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April 28, 2004 - 11:23 AM I'm Holding Out For Harry Hamlin [Busy, busy. Finals (when classes have been, like, Priority Item Twelve or so for the last couple of months) are making themselves unavoidable. Luckily, I anticipated this at registration in January, and only have two exams this semester. The easygoing Community Property prof as much as said his final was going to be a breeze. Not so with Corporations, but we'll pierce that veil when we get to it.] [Law review. People are telling me not to feel like a failure, but the sad truth is that I let my personal difficulties interfere with my editor-in-chief-ship to the extent that we're not printing a hard copy edition this year. It's not as if we're the Harvard Law Review or anything, and we will have four articles to go in our "virtual edition" when it goes up, and we will finally be on Westlaw (where more people will read the shit anyway), but I know in my heart I could've done better.] [The internship. Well, I'm still here, until Friday after next. Same story, though: with more focus on me, rather than we (or, rather, the self-pity and despair that "we" became), I could've made more of the experience. Dammit, like the law review, I really like this kind of thing, and I wanted it to be more than just the resume padding I guess it will become.] [Moving. I packed my first boxes last night, a tremendously sad exercise. John didn't leave his room all night. Buddy-Boy's offered the use of his truck for the big items, but otherwise it'll be lotsa treks on foot up the Jones Street hill with stuff this weekend. Also, Allen signals he's leaving at the same time I am by finally painting the bathroom he dismantled when we all moved in together last fall. Maybe some relief will come with the passage of time (that's why I'm doing this, right? for relief?), but right now, it's pretty grim.] [There's never a Greek mythological hero around when you need one: I'm having a hard time quelling by myself the screeching harpies in my head, with their "I don't wanna, I don't wanna" refrain.] | |