Pages ripped out. Don't remember doing that. It appears this is my first entry in two years.
So I decided tonight might be a good night to update my livejournal. I log in once or twice a week to check on those livejournals that I still read. The unfortunate aspect of spending so much time between entries is that things get lost and every entry feels like a re-introduction.
In the last 39 weeks since I last updated, I've finished my second year of law school. Tomorrow is my last full day of work for the summer. I'm starting my last year of law school Monday. Unlike last semester, this one does not start on a friday (the friday ironically of one of my brothers' weddings).
I worry sometimes about what technology will do to man. I worry that whatever I don't write down, I'll never remember. When I was a little kid I could tell you the phone number of every family member and friend that I have. Now, I could tell you the number of Papa John's in Williamsport (570-321-1234) but I couldn't tell you my brother or father's cell phone numbers. I worry that if I don't write something down or record it with some kind of memento, that I'll forget it.
I was contemplating starting another journal, one for book reviews or movie reviews. I'm not very good with the mechanics of these things so if someone has suggestions for where to find information on how to put together a reputable-looking blog or where to find the information necessary, that'd be aces.
I'll try to update more often on here, but I feel like I say that once or twice a year and never update otherwise.
I have PA Practice, Advocacy, Partnership Tax, Law & Sexuality, Trusts & Estates, and Legal History this semester. It's going to be a mixed bag and I definitely know that Advocacy and Law & Sexuality are going to be the biggest time commitments. Hopefully I'll make it a relatively stress-free year. I always have something to worry about, whether it's not studying enough, not having enough money, or just general worries about putting on weight or where I stand with regard to my friends. Once I figure out what I'm doing after graduation I'll be much happier. It seems like people with whom I graduated from Lyco are already out there getting married, getting jobs, having babies, and just being adults. I felt like I'm Peter Pan, avoiding being an adult and wallowing in academia.
Friday, Jen and I will be celebrating 6 years since we've started dating. Everyone always asks when we're going to get engaged. My answer is generally "soon." But that's been the answer for the last three years. It sucks because I sometimes feel like we're not taken seriously because we're not engaged or married. I love the girl with all my heart and if I could propose tomorrow I would. She can be a girly girl, but she can also be "one of the guys." It's awesome. We've been together long enough that the "honeymoon phase" is over, but I love her more for it. We don't have to pretend and we don't have to walk on eggshells. We know each other well enough that fights are less common simply because we know the other.
It's odd sometimes how perspective can change. Before law school, I was extremely excited to start law school and everything it entailed. Now that I have two years under my belt, it's not law school but law that excites me. Maybe my law school experience is uncommon; maybe I'm still accustomed to living on the TKE floor and always having people around; maybe I'm too immature/mature; maybe maybe maybe. The last two people I've spoken to that said they were interested in attending law school with whom I spoke I told that they should think long and hard because it's grueling and it's an all or nothing game. Having two years of law school on your resume means nothing. Having a J.D. matters, but without passing the bar you can't practice. Most studies or statistics involving drug use and the legal profession tend to show a correlation between lawyers and drug use. Pessimism holds sway and it can really beat you down at times.
Every year of college, when we would have senior ritual I would always say that "I hope that at this time next year I'm a better person." Every year from freshman year up until senior year, I believed that I had succeeded. Now when I look back at who I was, what I did, and what people tolerated, it makes me sick. Ostensibly there are probably countless people that I would get along with better if I weren't so wild my freshman year and the saddest part is I probably don't even realize the extent.
In closing, if anyone has any advice about blogs and the like, please shoot me a message.
In the last 39 weeks since I last updated, I've finished my second year of law school. Tomorrow is my last full day of work for the summer. I'm starting my last year of law school Monday. Unlike last semester, this one does not start on a friday (the friday ironically of one of my brothers' weddings).
I worry sometimes about what technology will do to man. I worry that whatever I don't write down, I'll never remember. When I was a little kid I could tell you the phone number of every family member and friend that I have. Now, I could tell you the number of Papa John's in Williamsport (570-321-1234) but I couldn't tell you my brother or father's cell phone numbers. I worry that if I don't write something down or record it with some kind of memento, that I'll forget it.
I was contemplating starting another journal, one for book reviews or movie reviews. I'm not very good with the mechanics of these things so if someone has suggestions for where to find information on how to put together a reputable-looking blog or where to find the information necessary, that'd be aces.
I'll try to update more often on here, but I feel like I say that once or twice a year and never update otherwise.
I have PA Practice, Advocacy, Partnership Tax, Law & Sexuality, Trusts & Estates, and Legal History this semester. It's going to be a mixed bag and I definitely know that Advocacy and Law & Sexuality are going to be the biggest time commitments. Hopefully I'll make it a relatively stress-free year. I always have something to worry about, whether it's not studying enough, not having enough money, or just general worries about putting on weight or where I stand with regard to my friends. Once I figure out what I'm doing after graduation I'll be much happier. It seems like people with whom I graduated from Lyco are already out there getting married, getting jobs, having babies, and just being adults. I felt like I'm Peter Pan, avoiding being an adult and wallowing in academia.
Friday, Jen and I will be celebrating 6 years since we've started dating. Everyone always asks when we're going to get engaged. My answer is generally "soon." But that's been the answer for the last three years. It sucks because I sometimes feel like we're not taken seriously because we're not engaged or married. I love the girl with all my heart and if I could propose tomorrow I would. She can be a girly girl, but she can also be "one of the guys." It's awesome. We've been together long enough that the "honeymoon phase" is over, but I love her more for it. We don't have to pretend and we don't have to walk on eggshells. We know each other well enough that fights are less common simply because we know the other.
It's odd sometimes how perspective can change. Before law school, I was extremely excited to start law school and everything it entailed. Now that I have two years under my belt, it's not law school but law that excites me. Maybe my law school experience is uncommon; maybe I'm still accustomed to living on the TKE floor and always having people around; maybe I'm too immature/mature; maybe maybe maybe. The last two people I've spoken to that said they were interested in attending law school with whom I spoke I told that they should think long and hard because it's grueling and it's an all or nothing game. Having two years of law school on your resume means nothing. Having a J.D. matters, but without passing the bar you can't practice. Most studies or statistics involving drug use and the legal profession tend to show a correlation between lawyers and drug use. Pessimism holds sway and it can really beat you down at times.
Every year of college, when we would have senior ritual I would always say that "I hope that at this time next year I'm a better person." Every year from freshman year up until senior year, I believed that I had succeeded. Now when I look back at who I was, what I did, and what people tolerated, it makes me sick. Ostensibly there are probably countless people that I would get along with better if I weren't so wild my freshman year and the saddest part is I probably don't even realize the extent.
In closing, if anyone has any advice about blogs and the like, please shoot me a message.