spring resounding
It may have been a monday. It certainly started out mondayish, with a call from the insurance claim agent re:Tuesday's fender bender. I stayed and gave the agent my statement, even though it made me late for my 9:30 am class, because honestly, playing phonetag with insurance adjusters between classes at law school is not really my idea of a good time.
I ate s'mores pop-tarts and 12 oz coffee for breakfast, which spun me into sugar- and caffeine-fueled jitters for the rest of the day. I finally checked my voicemail, which I figured was just my dad leaving me lots of messages. But it turned out there was a call from some people that wanted to interview me. Yay! I called them back to schedule an interview, and finally caught up with a human between classes this afternoon. I made the appointment and everything and was thanking the receptionist as my phone cut out. I tried to call them back...but I was late for Estates and Trusts and I was up today, to talk about pretermitted child statutes (you know, when your parents accidentally leave you out of their will because they wrote it before you were born and forgot to update it). And I was really jittery.
And then we had our long delayed traffic court $100 handicapped parking ticket case. At first, I thought I had it locked in as an agent of the parking department (i.e. the prosecuting attorney), but under the wire the defendant came through with additional evidence which proved exculpatory and the court dismissed the ticket. But I do look suave in my suit and pantyhose and pumps. I only wish I could wear them with a modicum of authority.
This week is library week! There was cake and balloons. I love the law library.
I went to the grocery store after school to purchase vegetables (for me) and a hot pack for M. (who pulled muscles during soccer practice). I'm making soup in a stockpot we received as a wedding gift. I'm trying to approximate the flavor of Pacific vegetable broth.
I checked my ARC interviewees page...none of my kids got in, though one was waitlisted. I don't know why I think of them as "my" kids...somehow by getting their hopes up about Columbia, am I responsible for their crushing disappointment? Well, the kids I interviewed were all applying to a slew of fancy schools, so hopefully they got some nice fat envelopes this week, too. I hate the application process :(
I ate s'mores pop-tarts and 12 oz coffee for breakfast, which spun me into sugar- and caffeine-fueled jitters for the rest of the day. I finally checked my voicemail, which I figured was just my dad leaving me lots of messages. But it turned out there was a call from some people that wanted to interview me. Yay! I called them back to schedule an interview, and finally caught up with a human between classes this afternoon. I made the appointment and everything and was thanking the receptionist as my phone cut out. I tried to call them back...but I was late for Estates and Trusts and I was up today, to talk about pretermitted child statutes (you know, when your parents accidentally leave you out of their will because they wrote it before you were born and forgot to update it). And I was really jittery.
And then we had our long delayed traffic court $100 handicapped parking ticket case. At first, I thought I had it locked in as an agent of the parking department (i.e. the prosecuting attorney), but under the wire the defendant came through with additional evidence which proved exculpatory and the court dismissed the ticket. But I do look suave in my suit and pantyhose and pumps. I only wish I could wear them with a modicum of authority.
This week is library week! There was cake and balloons. I love the law library.
I went to the grocery store after school to purchase vegetables (for me) and a hot pack for M. (who pulled muscles during soccer practice). I'm making soup in a stockpot we received as a wedding gift. I'm trying to approximate the flavor of Pacific vegetable broth.
I checked my ARC interviewees page...none of my kids got in, though one was waitlisted. I don't know why I think of them as "my" kids...somehow by getting their hopes up about Columbia, am I responsible for their crushing disappointment? Well, the kids I interviewed were all applying to a slew of fancy schools, so hopefully they got some nice fat envelopes this week, too. I hate the application process :(