Could it be?!

Final numba one...down. It was the biggest beast of a final. I have been through 7 finals now and this one was by far the hardest. I studied my buns off. I took practice tests. NONE of them even compared

....honestly WTF

And to top it all off....CHEATERS. I had to use the ladies room before the test. My study buddy points me into a particular stall and there, wedged in the freaking tampon box are two note cards. There it is: Cruzan. Impusively I ripped up the cards and threw them away. Looks like someone went to the bathroom very disappointed.

So, who was it? It's unclear, but I have my suspicions. There were 4 females, myself included, in the bathroom when I found the cards so they are off the hook. There were only 4 others in the classroom....sketchy right?

To all the cheaters out there- you won't prosper while I'm on the watch. Eff. Yes.

Wasting Time.

Since I've been studying Con Law II for weeks now, you could say I am up to my ears in rules, balancing tests and policies! I need a break....

but what to do?! where to go?!

Since internet shopping is out of the question (hello tapped out checking out account!), I resort to the wonderful world of Facebook!

Sadly after checking in every, oh, 20 minutes or so, doesn't bring a whole lot of action on the mini feed I resort to facebook stalking- my second favorite internet past time (shopping being the first, of course).

Ways I judge you on Facebook

1. Your profile picture.

Profile Pics speak volumes. Are you looking at the camera? Confident. Are you in focus? Not confindent. What expression do you have: pensive, laughing, smiling, serious? I'll be judging you... Are you alone or accompanied by another? That's cool, unless it's only a semi-close friend...then its awkward. Is it even a picture of you?! Sad.

These are important considerations. Who are you if your picture is of you dog? Or, of your feet?

2. You favorite quotes.

God forbid you have something trite like: live.laugh.love or anything you heard on the movie Hitch. I'm sorry but barf.

3. Your status updates.

Are they funny or thought provoking? Then at least your doing your part to entertain the masses. Are they a play by play of your life? Then you may be more FB obsessed than my. Are they about how much you are in love? If this becomes a habit, we're gonna have to talk. (more barf) Are they always total downers? Then cheer up, or I'll likely defriend you.

Procrastination complete. Happy (rainy) Monday!

Crushes, Thieves and Finals Soundtracks...

OK SO...

after a wonderfully long, relaxing, delicious thanksgiving weekend it was finally time to get my ass to the library and get some serious studying d-o-n-e.

a little interval running at the gym...a shower and I was off...

...sat down at my standard chair and one hour later in stolls my law school crush. swoon.

OK: before i continue, let me explain my law school crush. crushes, in my world, are harmless. they are not romantic interests. i have a boyfriend and i love him very much. (and no he did not pay me to say that!)

my law school crush is law school cute. and for that reason he thinks he can act like a jerk. and by think i mean he does-and he gets away with it.

anyways, study, study, study....aka boring, boring, boring. listening along to my favorite finals soundtracks- Michael Buble...standard. Glee Soundtrack...necessary. Christmas music....weee!

come dinner time i am STARVED. so i left with my finals buddy. we giggled over my leftover spagetti (thanks mom!) and made a starbucks run.

i returned to my seat and go back to studying. i reach for my compilation of cases. 23 pages of hard earned work.

AND IT WAS GONE!!!!

now, i know what you are thinking...that i misplaced it. nope. it wasn't in my bag, it wasn't under my computer or in my notebook. someone's sticky paws got a hold of my work product.

feeling completely depressed i leave. i catch my law school crush outside and reveal my tragic loss.

'uh....whatever you have it saved.'

"yeah..."

good times. good talk.

on the way home i text my finals buddy.

me: my crush and i are fighting

finals buddy: hahaha omg. so funny! He didn't let u cry on his shoulder?! wtf...

me: i'm starting to think the feelings aren't mutual

finals buddy: Haha. yeah i know what you mean...remember hottie #1. (code for another law school crush)

me: as a general rule...everyones gotta have a law school crush. ;)

Happy Tuesday, Ya'll!

Lookie at the pretty library from my undergrad!

if only it was there when I was a student!!!

Do all my posts deal with my experiences in the library? Well, yeah, they kinda do!

But that will not stop me...

Today I reflect on the differences between undergrad library-ing and law school library-ing.

#1- Purpose...

In undergrad, around finals time the library was the place to be seen! Everyone went to the library to PRETEND they were stressed out. It was exactly what the gym was like the two weeks before spring break...loud and crowded with the beautiful people. ugh.

In law school, the library is most students' home for 3 weeks. As I look around me I see people with 3 (empty) coffee cups, lunch backs, scarves, and a plethora of reading material. No joke people.

#2- Productivity Level...

In undergrad as you probably gathered, people didn't get anything done in the library. Me, being the serious (ha) student that I was (am?) never spent a whole lot of time in there. (Instead I parked it in front of my TV with the DVR going non-stop....yeah my roommates were not impressed either!)

In law school it is hit or miss. Some people are super serious and actually drink their numerous lattes (read: above). Others are just here updating their facebook statuses.

or maybe just updating their blogs

#3- Library Attire

In undergrad people looked so snazzy. Maybe it's because I went to school in LA where literally everyone wore their hair in a 'pouf' and had their sorority tees and skinny little stems in leggings and UGG boots, but that was my reality.

In law school people take the whole sloppy student thing VERY seriously. Hair in a haphazard pony and if you're lucky, you might see a few people that actually look like they got dressed while it was light out. There are a handful of people who do get dressed...bless them.

Anyways, this is my thought of the day. Back to the Rules of Evidence

(who cares about the Common Law rules, really?!)

update: there is a student who has a plug-in Christmas tree attached to her Mac PRO. It even changes colors...ummm...someone is looking forward to the end of finals!!! (11/30/09)

Looking Back

finals are already here?!

With the most dreaded time of lawschool just around the corner, as always i start to feel a little nostalgic. FINALS are the one time where everything in law school is put on hold for outlining, flow charting and cramming.

Last year I spent many weeks in the library. Tonight, I decided to post up on my couch. I studied for a bit but now the LAKESHOW has started. Yay for multitasking: Lakers and Fundamental Rights...woot.

But my friends I digress... for me, when things really start to suck, I turn to reminiscing about my old life. Every year I pour through photos and think of simpler times.

But instead of turning too far back- this time I took stock of my 1L year. It's amazing to think how far I've come. And yet, to some it may seem like I am standing in the exact same place...

regardless, it is exactly where I want to be! <3

Insomnia

With finals just around the corner my usual case of finals insomnia has set in!

Usually I am a grandma and I go to bed SUPER early

(read: 10:30 PM).

Unfortch- I am up and peer editing papers. One more to go!

Good news is as of today I am officially done with one class! Goooo me! I had my oral argument today.

Dominated!

My opponent set up my rebuttal in a way that only God himself could have handed down to me....I'm a believer alright!

Anyhoo, back to the grind I go!

A day in the life....

hello...

back to the library and BACK TO WORK! today i sat at my normal seat and just guess who showed up again....mr. picker! today he was kind enough to bring a sandwich, loaded with onions. lucky me!

interestingly, the onion smell dissipated a bit when he walked away for the moment. EW, right?

i don't even wanna know!

as for me, just working on some homework and con law outlining. Oh, the joys of law school life!

Lame Update

Good News!

I turned in my App Ad paper today!!!

Here's the thing with App Ad: I think it has been the most rewarding class I have taken so far. Pretty much all on my own I learned how to prepare an appellate brief.

27 pages of gloriousness!

Thanks to a special someone who read the entire brief aloud to make sure it was perfect I think it went well.

NEXT STOP: Oral Arguments!

umm....can i get you a tissue?

WOW.

As you have probably gathered, I live in the library. I spend probably as much time in the library as people do in their respective, big kid jobs. Boohoo for me....I KNOW! But that is not the point of this post!

So the library at my school is pretty laid back. You can bring in food, drinks, blankets, whatever. But one thing a person should never bring into the library is the sniffles!

Ew, where do I begin. This individual sitting across from me (well, he was, but we'll get to that) is disgusting. The man has a cold, which fine, its flu season- I trust most responsible adults would bring Purel and be considerate.

Well not this one!!!

(Preface: I have a favorite spot in the back where I can sit an observe both the view of the outside neighborhood-a.k.a the ghetto- and my fellow classmates as they walk in and out.)

As I sat in my little library cubicle someone sits across from me. He's got a little sniffle. But just a few minutes into our library relationship out of the corner of my eye I see some movement. Homeboy is PICKING HIS NOSE.

It started out rather discreetly, but then apparently he got a little more bold and REALLY started digging.

Sniffle, sniffle, dig, dig, DIG.

I was traumatized. I tried staring at him- that didn't work. Apparently his eye was so focused on the 'prize' that he didn't seem to notice me. I tried clearing my throat- nope, nothin'.

In the end- I dramatically gathered my things and I moved. Yep- go me and my passive aggressiveness! In my next life, maybe I'll have the courage to hand him a tissue, but because this relationship was so fleeting. I think it best to just pull a simple fade out and concede my favorite spot.

IRAC your life

Last year as a 1L, I learned the infamous "IRAC" method. You know: Issue, Rule, Analysis, Conclusion. A few friends of mine actually turned this method into something rather useful. We would often "IRAC" our lives and usually came up with some insightful findings.

Anyways, this chick takes this to a whole new level. She posted her IRAC of a case:

You and Me Doing It v. You and Me Not Doing It

Here it is, posted for your enjoyment:

FACTS:

You’re in my class at law school. You are tall, dark and very masculine. I find you quite attractive and it’s really distracting. I find reasons to look in your direction during class and I blatantly stare at you whenever we pass by one another. You seem to be returning the looks but I can’t figure out if you’re eye-raping me back, or if it’s more of a “what the fuck is this girl staring at” kind of look. I’m not Megan Fox, but if I was a guy, I don’t think I’d kick me out of bed, so I dare to hope it’s the former?

Anyway, we’re expected to absorb class material sufficiently enough to one day pass the bar exam, and this is difficult when I’m more focused on what’s behind your zipper. It’s probably distracting to you as well for some chick to be gawking at you while you’re trying to cram massive amounts of information into your brain. (And I’m thinking about cramming appendages of yours into orifices of mine.)

ISSUE:

Should we have wild, crazy, meaningless animal sex?

RULE:

Distractions can be very detrimental to success in law school, and should be eliminated whenever possible.

ANALYSIS:

As detailed above in the facts, my desire to be plowed by you is a major distraction from my studies. It’s got to be a distraction to you as well since it’s probably unnerving to be stared at by a predatory sex-starved woman as if she wants to take a bite out of you. Per the above rule, this distraction to both of us needs to be eliminated for us to graduate from law school and pass the bar exam.

Solution? We get it on! I get it out of my system. You not only get laid, but you get the added benefit of not feeling my eyes burning into the side of your head (or your crotch) all through class. We move happily along with our legal education unimpeded by the distraction of sexual tension.

Afraid of possible disadvantages? I’ll address any potential concerns here. The quotes are you, and my response follows.

“Will I catch any diseases?” Nope. Clean as a whistle. Just got out of a long-term relationship and have only been with one person for the past 3 years. Got tested anyway though, and all is well in My-Vagina Land. (Except for its burning desire to be filled with your throbbing manhood.)

“Will you stalk me, or expect a relationship or commitment in return?” NO. You get free NSA sex. As mentioned above, I’m recently out of a long-term relationship. I’m not ready for another one nor do I have the time.

“What if it’s really bad, and we end up having to awkwardly avoid one another in class for the next 4 years?” I don’t plan on it being bad, at least on my end. Hopefully our encounter (or encounters, if it was so crazy awesome we decided to make it an ongoing FB arrangement) would go as follows: We leave class after our respective long days of work and school, both cranky, irritable and in desperate need of blowing off some steam. We go to your place or mine, whichever is closer. Maybe we engage in various acts of foreplay, or maybe we’re both ready to get to the main attraction so fuck it. You look like you would be HUGE, but I will still bravely tackle that monster and try my best to deep throat the whole thing. You then throw me down on the bed, floor, or any available surface, and have your way with me. This would ideally involve some spanking, hair pulling, and/or explicit dirty talk.

“What if a lot of women in the class stare at me, and I’m not sure which one you are? What if you’re one of the old or fat chicks, or really ugly?” I’m not going to describe my exact appearance because I will die of embarrassment if someone else in the class sees this and even speculates as to who I am. (Particularly a man I have dubbed Leery McPervert who stares at me the way I probably stare at you. I don’t want that dirty old man getting a boner knowing I’m all juiced up in class.) Yes I know I haven’t even identified the law school, but I’m paranoid so bite me. (I mean that in the vernacular sense. But if you want to take it literally, I’d enjoy that too.) Anyway, I’m close to your age (twentysomething). When I look at myself I see “cute” but I get told I’m “pretty,” “beautiful” even. I’m not perfect, but I get hit on, catcalled and sexually harassed frequently enough to assume I must be at least somewhat doable. I even think I’ve seen you giving me a look or two. Or maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

CONCLUSION:

For both of us to succeed in law school and ultimately pass the bar exam (and for me to not end up on the Megan’s Law website for losing all self-restraint, walking across the room in the middle of class, and mounting you), we will need to have sex ASAP. Sexual proposition affirmed.

Quick Thought

(you are not here)

My Thought of the Day:

While getting a law degree will hopefully enhance one's life in a multitude of ways, personally I have stumbled across some occasions that give me some concern.

Today, I was reminded of one of them.

As a part of my school's SBA (think High School student council, seriously), I receive a lot of emails that I am CC'd on. In the past few days I've received a couple that worry me.

Who are these people and why must they write like they are drafting a "Summary of the Argument" for the US Supreme Court?

A word to the wise: words like "First of all" and "Moreover" have no place in the exchange of menial emails over scheduling conflicts.

Case in point: It is my sincere hope that you take my concerns in this email seriously and take appropriate measures to cure these conflicts, including some of the remedies I've suggested. I, and the (insert club) of Loyola, look forward to your prompt response.

Really people? No one needs an official prayer for relief. The oddest part is that I know the original correspondents on this email and they're friends...like hang out on weekend friends.

WHY MUST YOU SPEAK LIKE THAT?!

That is all, thank you.

Java, java, java!

So, as I commenced upon my 5th hour straight in the library, I decided to grab one of my new favorite library treats:

Diet Cherry Coke!

I asked my friend if she wanted to join me and she declined, claiming she decided to limit her caffeine intake.

Weird...

I don't get it. I've always been astounded by the number of people who are still under the impression that caffeine is bad for you. I've read that the benefits outweigh the risks, so long as you stay within an acceptable amount.

Two cups of coffee= Acceptable.

So I did some "Google-ing." Here's what I found

Benefits:

*For those of us who hit the bottle: Can benefit people who are at high-risk for liver disease.

*For those of us who hit the gym: Increases muscle strength.

*For those of us who should be hitting the gym: Increases metabolism by breaking down fat, freeing fatty acids and forcing them to be burned. (Caffeine is the most active ingredient in many diet pills.)

*For those of us who've been hit: Increases pain relief medication effects.

*For study bugs: Increases mental faculty.

*For people like ME: Reduces asthma symptoms.

Risks: (NOTE: This is only if you have TOO MUCH Caffeine)

*Restlessness

*Irritability

*Anxiety

*Heartburn

*Headaches

*High blood pressure

*Sleeplessness (umm...really?!)

*Rapid heartbeat

*Nausea

Lesson learned:

Drink Up, just not too much.

You will be alert, skinny, strong and smart!

FRIDAY, FRIDAY, FRIDAY!

Hello, hello!

So, after another long week....Friday is here!

The best part about still being a student is that my weeks are still just four short and sweet days. I slept in this morning, and am now enjoying my first cup of coffee! Since I have all day I am going to take advantage of the sunshine and lay out by the pool.

Which reminds me! Good news everyone: I am joining the gym here at my apartment complex! Even though it is a little small and pricier than most, I just know that I will go and use the gym on a daily basis since it is just a 1 minute walk. Exercise is so important!

Healthy Body = Healthy and Happy Mind!

Interviewwww

So, today is a big day! I have an interview for a Trial Ad class!

First up: A four minute memorized closing argument. Still not completely committed to memory, but I guess there is a little time left!

Then: The interview: praying the word vomit stays down and I do ok! Half of the questions on the questionnaire deal with things like OCI and interviews...psshhh...let's not get ahead of ourselves! I have yet to interview for a single job position for the upcoming summer.

(SIDE NOTE: if you're not in law school--you may not know but probably 10% already have summer employment and the other 85- 90% are freaking out because they don't...it's insanity.)

Wish my luck...it's time to put on that interview suit.

Grey suit, pink top and black heels! Pull the hair back, suck it in for the nude nylons and I am set! :)

October SUCKS

There, I said it.

This month is scary crazy busy!!! Even though my life is a ton of fun, for some reason, everything school related sneaks up on me!

Here is a breakdown:

October 3-5: Temecula for a wedding!

October 9: Laker Game!!!

October 17: Auction event at school! (More to come next week.)

October 23: 25 Page Rough Draft due!

October 25-ish: Turn in a 25 Page Rough Draft for Appellate Advocacy.

October 28: Law School Halloween Party!

October 31: My favorite holiday....Halloweenie!

And on top of all of that, my Google Calendar is a complete cluster f@ck! Meetings, happy hours, dinner dates, work projects and more! The life of a law student is insane.

The life of this 2L

Weekend: Wedding. More discussion to come on that topic very shortly: here

Monday: Wake up, library all day. Class, library, class, sleep.

Tuesday: Wake up (earlyyyyy!!!), turn in rough draft. Then class (where I realize my rough draft sucks). Then, library, class, library, sleep.

Anyone see a theme here?!

Basically, I am (mmm...how you say...) out of my mind! I have 50 pages of written work due by November 3rd. There was some serious underestimating on my part and here I am- screwed.

Eff you, October. You are going to suck- big time.

What was the holding...

So, after the hell cold calling of my first year you would think that I would have come to my senses by now. Being unprepared sucks and it makes you look like a total jerk. You might expect that for this reason I come to class everyday prepared and ready to volunteer my insights.

Yeah, as if!

Sadly, that is not the reality of second year. With the mounting stress of finding a summer job, rough draft due dates imminent and my three fingered grip on what is left of a social life there is not always time to read. And when there is, I speak not only for myself but also for the majority of my classmates: whether they have read or not, they HATE getting called on. I guess, some of us were badly burned (thank God—I wasn’t!). Others are just too busy on GChat or facebook to be bothered with even paying attention in class.

So I got to my Con Law class today and, like every day, my Con Law neighbor and dear friend Ryan tells me he has a good feeling- today we will not get called on. Our professor has this godforsaken contraption that randomly generates a number and he starts with the seat that corresponds with the number. So it was very much to our surprise when the professor announces. “Mr. Ryan I will start with you and then I will go on to you.”

Crap- he was talking to ME. Not only was Ryan’s attempt of channeling Miss Cleo completely unsuccessful, it had bolstered my confidence in choosing not to read in the few minutes I had before class. (Instead, I ate an apple.)

Well, today was my day- like it or not. I’m not a huge fan of people who pass so I figured I’d wing it. I opened my computer to Westlaw, Lexis, Wikipedia and oh, yeah, the text of the case: Caperton v. Massey.

So Ryan is up first. DAMNIT- he gets all the easy vague introductory cases. Should judges recuse themselves, what impact does it have…blah, blah, freakin’ blah.

So now it’s my turn. Ms- what was the holding of this case? Nailed it. Did the court use any precedent? Nailed it. Why did that fall short? Awww crap.

Me: “Bullshit… bullshit… bullshit.”

Professor: “Actually…kinda, sorta, not really.”

Such went the rest of my time in the spotlight. Luckily, but don’t let that give you the wrong impression- I had a few moments of redemption.

Enter: GChat

4:04 PM Classmate: i don't know what we're talking about, but you did a good job!

4:05 PM me: i didnt read.

Classmate: haha

Shutup

me: swear...

Classmate: solid job then

me: i scanned during the intro of lecture

thanks duder

Yay for positive reinforcement!

Just Starting!

Hey ya'll! So after much deliberation, I've decided to start a blog dedicated to exactly what my life has been dedicated to...LAW SCHOOL!

As a seasoned second year the unfamiliar has become oh too familiar. So this is my way of contributing to the blogging world. Just a little piece of insight into the ridiculousness that is law school.

It's 4:38 and I should be in my Evidence class. Unfortunately, due to my own paranoia, coupled with the ridiculous paranoia of Loyola Law School, I considered it wiser to stay home than to contaminate my classmates. Maybe tomorrow I will have the chance to sidle up to one of those gunners sitting in the front that answer the most mundane of questions. But for now... it is me, tea, and a nice warm blankie.

Cheers!