There Are Lessons Here Somewhere

[What a cliche: just like last year, my first week of law school finds me neglecting this space, not to mention all the other spaces that were a daily (OK, even more frequent) necessity while I was at the law firm.]

[A few little items of note have occurred, though. How gorgeous is it to have class only two days a week? Well, I'm not sure yet. Tomorrow's the REALLY big day, with class from 10AM to 8PM, with two one-hour breaks. A true endurance test, especially for us Geminis used to flitting from fascinating flower to fascinating flower.]

[It was good to see some of my classmates after three months. Terry and I are finally convinced that the gorgeous Latino 3L doesn't actually have a crush on either of us; he's just friendly. And my Evidence prof looks like he just stepped out of an East L.A. low rider. I didn't understand a word he said, not because of his accent, but because of the subject matter. I hope that will fade with time.]

[We had the last of this month's writing studios last night. I was going to do pieces of my law journal article, but I ended up just journalling. It was good to impose some order on what had become a very chaotic universe this summer. Exhale.]

[And I totally sympathize with Bevin's financial aid woes. While her MeatEater saved her, I was forced to go to...my Mom. Yuck, this feels so college, not least because I waited until the last minute to suck up my humiliation and make the call. Need I remind you that I'll never see another 33rd birthday? I receptionisted for lawyers at least a half-dozen years younger than I this summer, and That Firm doesn't deign even to look at resumes from alumni from my school, which trains lawyers whose income, in theory, is always going to be less than their job satisfaction. There's a lesson here somewhere, and I'm not sure I've gotten it yet, but Mom was extremely kind about the loan.]

[And John and I have come up with A Plan to get thru the rest of this law school adventure, A Plan that might involve me not having to get some crummy day job that makes my feet hurt, a la the Cute Victorian Hotel Around The Corner. Remember when I said I should never say never when I said I'd left property management behind? Oh, dear... No, it'll be good. Really. If it happens...]

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