Thanksgiving

As my days have devolved into a nearly constant frantic/desperate clawing for the basics of legal knowledge, it's been a breath of fresh suburban air to come home and see family and old friends. Between Law in a Flash cards, I've spent the last couple of nights eating delicious home-cooked Chinese food, cuddling up to my mom, and watching old chick flicks in bed. Then this morning, I had brunch with a couple of friends at Recipes, an old haunt. Laughing and teasing with friends from high school, who now live in all different places and do all sorts of amazing things, I felt proud and a little scared of how much had changed since 2004, along with enormous trepidation at the changes still to come. Each year since graduation, the old group that reconvenes periodically at Recipes or Somerset or Beruit Palace has gotten a little smaller, and I wondered glumly today over strawberry toast if eventually these reunions will stop entirely. But then someone at the table tells a story about a new tattoo or an old boyfriend or chocolate covered bacon, and the resulting sincere reactions--of gasps, smiles, admiration, familiarity, or incredulity--convince me that this lovely moment with old friends will be repeated for years to come.

Res Gestae: Things Done

I joined the Michigan law student newspaper (it is actually as dorky as it sounds.) BUT the upside is, I'm writing again!!!

Check out my first article! :) Don't judge, I haven't written anything but grocery lists for two years.

 http://www.theresgestae.com/2010/10/halloween-special-top-5-michigan-urban-legends.html

On the print version, they put it on the front page. Yeah. That's right. Super impressive. And by 'they,' I really mean 'I.' Since I'm in charge of layout.

:)

Halloween

Rainy Day Musings

I am starting to think that spending years abroad has altered me in ways that I do not find entirely welcome. Very often around my law school peers, I feel like the proverbial square peg in a round hole.

False Assumptions

Ever since I can remember, people (mostly my dad) have been telling me that I am suited for law school because I am "good at reading and writing." After two weeks of orientation and just one day of actual class, I can attest, once and for all, that this is 100% false.

On the contrary, I have found that I am most definitely not suited for law school. More than any skill concerning reading or writing, it seems that alertness is the real key to success. And as I am self-professedly 'Snorlax-like'¹ in nature, I have no idea what to expect in the coming semester.

Me, in my natural state.

¹ From Bulbapedia, the community driven Pokemon Encyclopedia: Snorlax spend the majority of their time sleeping, surviving on their stored fat. It wakes up only to eat and seldom exercises.