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I came here with the specific intention of focusing and reading contracts. Well, that, and I wanted to drink mandarin orange tea. The young man next to me with the Ramones t-shirt and World of Warcraft game on his laptop is drinking (more specifically, slurping) his tea so loudly, I cannot concentrate. Seriously, it's taking everything in me right now to not throw my casebook and the contents of my tray at him.
Craziness, tonight is my last 1L class. It's so scary (and really fucking exciting). Clearly not so scary as to inspire me to, I don't know, learn contract law right now. I'm sooooo excited about this summer. Helping the trannies will be a-mazing. I made the mistake of telling my mother about the Japanese firm job I turned down, and now am subject to daily reminders about the "financial loss" I will suffer practicing public interest law this summer. I see the same kind of attitude in some of my friends, and it makes me really sad. There is nothing wrong with working for firms. Hell, I'll probably suck it up and do firm work for a few years to pay off my debts. BUT, there is something really depressing about completely forgetting about why you came to law school in the face of $160k a year. Or whatever the hell the average is a year now. Gross.
SERIOUSLY. IT'S NOT THAT FUCKING HOT. JUST DRINK IT. CHRIST.
In the calm before finals madness, though, I just feel really content. I feel like Michigan Law is probably the best decision I have made for myself. It's hard to explain--I went to New York and developed this really cold, removed persona. Maybe it was for self-preservation, or maybe I was just a bitch for 4 years, I don't know. The point is, it was unhealthy and made me a little crazy. Now, finally, it's like I'm getting those not-cold, not-removed elements of myself back. Maybe that's just the luxury of middle class, though. Being able to take all the crazy, fucked up elements of our lives and label them as "things that happened for a reason." It's pretty narcissistic and self-indulgent. But then again, so am I.
AND I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT TEGAN AND SARA. I've been trying to figure out why I have this bizarre obsession with them, and I think I've figured it out. When I came out, it was like I was having a second adolescence/puberty/whatever. I had to experience everything all over again, only this time, I like boobs more. SO, that puts me at about 16 in terms of emotional maturity. So, basically, Tegan and Sara is my equivalent of like a Backstreet Boys or New Kids on the Black obsession. This means I need to scream and cry and paint my face at their concert. Sorry, Katy.
Craziness, tonight is my last 1L class. It's so scary (and really fucking exciting). Clearly not so scary as to inspire me to, I don't know, learn contract law right now. I'm sooooo excited about this summer. Helping the trannies will be a-mazing. I made the mistake of telling my mother about the Japanese firm job I turned down, and now am subject to daily reminders about the "financial loss" I will suffer practicing public interest law this summer. I see the same kind of attitude in some of my friends, and it makes me really sad. There is nothing wrong with working for firms. Hell, I'll probably suck it up and do firm work for a few years to pay off my debts. BUT, there is something really depressing about completely forgetting about why you came to law school in the face of $160k a year. Or whatever the hell the average is a year now. Gross.
SERIOUSLY. IT'S NOT THAT FUCKING HOT. JUST DRINK IT. CHRIST.
In the calm before finals madness, though, I just feel really content. I feel like Michigan Law is probably the best decision I have made for myself. It's hard to explain--I went to New York and developed this really cold, removed persona. Maybe it was for self-preservation, or maybe I was just a bitch for 4 years, I don't know. The point is, it was unhealthy and made me a little crazy. Now, finally, it's like I'm getting those not-cold, not-removed elements of myself back. Maybe that's just the luxury of middle class, though. Being able to take all the crazy, fucked up elements of our lives and label them as "things that happened for a reason." It's pretty narcissistic and self-indulgent. But then again, so am I.
AND I AM SO EXCITED ABOUT TEGAN AND SARA. I've been trying to figure out why I have this bizarre obsession with them, and I think I've figured it out. When I came out, it was like I was having a second adolescence/puberty/whatever. I had to experience everything all over again, only this time, I like boobs more. SO, that puts me at about 16 in terms of emotional maturity. So, basically, Tegan and Sara is my equivalent of like a Backstreet Boys or New Kids on the Black obsession. This means I need to scream and cry and paint my face at their concert. Sorry, Katy.