The Times They are A-Changin'

As of 5:31 yesterday, I'm officially unemployed.  This is a good thing, as I have a lot to do in the next two weeks, but it's bittersweet.  I liked my job, though I'll admit this summer has been mind-numbingly slow.  I liked the people, liked the physical space, and most of the time I even liked the work.

Going to work everyday also let me procrastinate (I'll clean when I'm unemployed and have time and don't come home exhausted from fighting traffic!), and it forced me to be social.  It also gave me a sense of stability.  Now, suddenly, the fact that I'm in a period of transition is incredibly real.

Starting to get Excited

In less than a month, I'll be in the middle of orientation week.  I realized tonight that I'm starting to let myself be Really Freaking Excited about this.  Oddly, it hit me while I was shopping.

Keeping Myself Honest

I've made progress on my to-do list, but I'm Keeping Myself Honest and posting an updated version.  (In other words, work is dead and I'm way too hyper to knit or read.  It seems that this is what happens when I get a full 9 hours of sleep.  I have too much energy to focus.)

A Weekend With my Adopted Family

My best friend, hereafter to be referred to as C, because "my best friend" takes a lot of effort to type eighty times and can get wordy, was in town this weekend and I spent much of the past few days driving her around to see her various family members. Every July 4th (or thereabouts), her dad's side of the family gets together for a golf tournament/potluck/barbeque/sing-along/game night.  The golf portion of the family tradition was called off this year due to no one wanting to be outside in 105° heat, but the rest of the family reunion was still very much on.

C's family is sort of my adopted family, and so I know the cast of characters pretty well.  Still, they're not my family, so we don't talk regularly and I haven't seen some of them since last year's gathering.  I haven't seen any of them since sending in my seat deposit and officially deciding that I'm Going To Law School Dammit.  Reactions this weekend alternated between amusing me, inspiring me, and filling me with confidence.  Some of the highlights are below the cut.

Women Are Never Quite So Happy As When They're Making Themselves A Little List

Five weeks from today, I'm moving into my new apartment and I've gone from kind of freaked out about it to full-on panic.  The source of my panic comes from two categories.  Category A involves the fact that I have a ton of stuff to do.  Category B involves the fact that I'm broke -- really broke -- until I get paid on July 11 or sell my car. 


Rather than sit and let the panic overwhelm me, I'm making a list of everything in Category A as a means of making it appear semi-manageable.

My to-do list can be found after the cut.

Is It August Yet?

Over the past few days, I've told a few friends that it's honestly not law school that I'm stressing over, it's the five-ish weeks until I move.  I've got a lot to do.  I have a car to sell.  I have stuff to pack.  I have friends to see and say goodbye to.  I need to go to the dentist, I need to get new glasses.  I need to talk to the HR lady at my work about the cost of COBRA-ing my current insurance so I can compare it to the cost of any school plan.  I need to get a new computer.

Questions That I Dread (Part 2)

In my last post, I said there are two questions that I dread.  I talked through my answer to "what kind of law do you want to practice?" but didn't get to "why law school?"

I think "why law school?" is the question I dread more, mostly because I have yet to figure out how to articulate my answer.