I suppose I should really blog more. And I should blog about what I know best: law school. There are probably so many people out there who are thinking about attending law school, remembering their experience in law school, currently suffering the torture that is law school… perhaps people who even lost a dear friend or family member to the beast of law school. So I think I’m going to try to blooooog more, and I am going to try to focus my efforts a bit. So, LAW SCHOOL.

As for this semester, I’m heading into week three and trying to catch my breath already. The old adage rings true thus far; “The first year, they scare you to death, the second year they work you to death, and the third year they bore you to death.” Being at the halfway point, it seems like I have so much to look forward to. (eye roll) The “work you to death” part is probably not the case for everyone. But I’m definitely dealing with it. Besides class, I’m also doing a for-credit internship at a non-profit in which I have to somehow log 120 hours by April. This is made all the more difficult because the intern director took 4 weeks to get back to me about when I could start. Add to the internship the demands of my clerk job, and you have a recipe for, at the very least, hair loss and weight gain.

The internship promises to be a wealth of entertainment, though. At least I think so at this point, having not spent a single hour working yet. I get to go to PATERNITY COURT! Baby mamas and daddies. Teenage angst, drama, heartache. Why hasn’t a Hollywood exec seen the potential in this scenario before?! Perhaps I should be less cavalier with my word choices, though. A Wisconsin judge recently had his sentencing decision reversed for his indelicate use of the term “baby mama.” All joking aside, I’m sure this is the kind of education I could never receive inside the storied walls of the law school. Even though it promises to be a time suck, I’m sure I’ll enjoy it. I can’t even begin to express how excited I am to deal with something other than insurance terms and contract language.

Besides that tidbit, my grades from last semester were nothing less than mediocre. Which is what I expected, given the perfect storm that was my class schedule. But whatever– at least there were no Cs. And for a little pat on the back, I did manage a full-fledged A in “Law and Religion.” I wrote a paper on Irish Catholicism and homosexuality, and how the Irish courts borrow from American Establishment Clause jurisprudence. One brilliant friend suggested I title it, “That’s So Gay: The Resistance of Church and State to Same Sex Marriage.” Other suggestions included: “My Priest Sets Off My Gaydar: Catholicism, Gay Marriage, and the 1st Amendment,” “Rear Entry: Getting around religion and law in the case for gay marriage,” “Homosexuality and Irish Guilt: Not Just for Priests Anymore,” and “Rosaries or Anal Beads, Who’s To Judge?” Needless to say, I did not choose any of those titles. But something tells me I could have gotten some “special recognition” if I had.

Anyway, I think I can make up for the dismal grades this semester since I’m finally taking classes that interest me. Even my seminar on Child Abuse is less morose and more enjoyable than expected. I’m also in a Negotiation workshop, and my goal by the end of the semester is to bargain for something I wouldn’t normally try. Perhaps I could try to negotiate our rent to be something less stratospheric? Or maybe I could just try to talk Lulu into shitting outside from now on. Either way, I would win big.

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