i'm also a comfortador.
I guess it's been a while since my last confession. What with finals and an all-too-brief holiday break and the crush of a new quarter combined with the need to search for jobs, I haven't felt much up to it.
I was totally going to do one of those end-of-year/end-of-decade memes but it seems a little late now. I'll give you the digest of what it would have been.
And speaking of, the whole end of the decade thing really crept up on me. Good thing we have the yammer of 24-hour punditry to remind us of these things. At the beginning of the last decade, I was celebrating a subdued new year's at my friend Suzanne's house in Duluth. We were going to have a bigger blowout, but Alan's mom had decided that y2k would break all the cars.
Since then I've graduated from high school and college, had a series of interesting and exciting (though none of them lucrative) jobs, fallen in and out of love a few times, traveled alone internationally, and seen decent number of national parks.
If you'd have told me 10 years ago that in 2010 I'd be going to law school in Seattle and living with my girlfriend, I would have told you you'd got the wrong person.
The last year in itself was a year stuffed full of changes and adventure. I left my (occasionally rewarding but more often frustrating) office job and ran away to Arizona to join a Renaissance Fair. If there's any place in the world to make you feel like a well-adjusted person, it's the Ren Fair. I dressed up in a corset on the weekends and went off into the deserts and mountains during the weeks.
Eileen and I then embarked on our epic road trip (even more epic than the last epic road trip) in which we logged 6000 miles on my Honda Civic, visited a number of national parks/monuments/recreation areas, picked out a law school, and managed to find our way back to Minnesota again without breaking up. And that was only through April.
I think I might have learned a lot about myself in the last year. I'm terrible with money, for starters. I'm trying to adjust my way of life to reflect these truths I've admitted to myself. I'm trying not to call them resolutions-- seems predestined to fail that way. Mostly I'm just trying to do better.
In more recent news, I've been doing a lot of reflecting on the utility of being in law school. I've hit what is apparently a common 2nd-semester slump. The depressing realities of the way the law (and in turn our society) functions have hit me hard, and I'm finding little purpose in the intricacies of contracts and civil procedure-- which, by the way, is an exquisite form of torture that could only have been created by the foulest creatures from the innermost depths of hell.
Can you tell I've been watching Buffy to blow off steam?
It's not all bad, not by a long shot. There are a lot of things out there that remind me that I'm for sure one of the lucky ones. If I can just slog through the academic portions of the next few months, I'll have plenty of opportunity for fun activities that cleanse the soul, and even funner activities that make the soul delightfully filthy.
I was totally going to do one of those end-of-year/end-of-decade memes but it seems a little late now. I'll give you the digest of what it would have been.
And speaking of, the whole end of the decade thing really crept up on me. Good thing we have the yammer of 24-hour punditry to remind us of these things. At the beginning of the last decade, I was celebrating a subdued new year's at my friend Suzanne's house in Duluth. We were going to have a bigger blowout, but Alan's mom had decided that y2k would break all the cars.
Since then I've graduated from high school and college, had a series of interesting and exciting (though none of them lucrative) jobs, fallen in and out of love a few times, traveled alone internationally, and seen decent number of national parks.
If you'd have told me 10 years ago that in 2010 I'd be going to law school in Seattle and living with my girlfriend, I would have told you you'd got the wrong person.
The last year in itself was a year stuffed full of changes and adventure. I left my (occasionally rewarding but more often frustrating) office job and ran away to Arizona to join a Renaissance Fair. If there's any place in the world to make you feel like a well-adjusted person, it's the Ren Fair. I dressed up in a corset on the weekends and went off into the deserts and mountains during the weeks.
Eileen and I then embarked on our epic road trip (even more epic than the last epic road trip) in which we logged 6000 miles on my Honda Civic, visited a number of national parks/monuments/recreation areas, picked out a law school, and managed to find our way back to Minnesota again without breaking up. And that was only through April.
I think I might have learned a lot about myself in the last year. I'm terrible with money, for starters. I'm trying to adjust my way of life to reflect these truths I've admitted to myself. I'm trying not to call them resolutions-- seems predestined to fail that way. Mostly I'm just trying to do better.
In more recent news, I've been doing a lot of reflecting on the utility of being in law school. I've hit what is apparently a common 2nd-semester slump. The depressing realities of the way the law (and in turn our society) functions have hit me hard, and I'm finding little purpose in the intricacies of contracts and civil procedure-- which, by the way, is an exquisite form of torture that could only have been created by the foulest creatures from the innermost depths of hell.
Can you tell I've been watching Buffy to blow off steam?
It's not all bad, not by a long shot. There are a lot of things out there that remind me that I'm for sure one of the lucky ones. If I can just slog through the academic portions of the next few months, I'll have plenty of opportunity for fun activities that cleanse the soul, and even funner activities that make the soul delightfully filthy.