The Good, The Bad, and the... Cute

Last night I made some of these.  Very good!

Last night our nextdoor neighbor and his girlfriend broke up.  At two in the morning.  Very loudly.  Right outside our window.  Very bad...

Last night, I discovered this when I was supposed to be working on my Con Law outline.  Very cute.  (And an even worse procrastination technique than baking goodies or blogging.)

So that's what leg warmers are for...

I spent most of last week looking forward to Friday.  Not because it signaled the beginning of the weekend (with less than two weeks until finals, there's no such thing as a weekend in law school) but because the weathermen had promised a beautiful sunshiney day with temperatures in the low 70s.  I love the winter, but the thought of not having to put up with clouds and freezing winds for at least one day this April was very tantalizing.

Friday morning I pulled out my capris, which had been banished to the top shelf of the closet since September, and put a t-shirt.  At the last minute, as I headed out the door, I threw on a hoodie too.  After all, it was only 7:30 in the morning and the sun had only been up for about ten minutes... it probably wasn't perfect weather yet.

5 minutes late, as usual, I ran out of the house and began walking briskly to school.  By the time I got to the parking lot, I could tell that something was amiss.  My toes, who had been so happy about the return of the flip-flops, were beginning to protest.  

"It can't be that cold," I mentally told them.  "Suck it up."  

They didn't stop tingling, though, and as I continued walking my legs and hands and ears joined in.  Puzzled that my extremities were so bothered by what I assumed was 50 degree weather, I started to look around at my surroundings.  Someone defrosting their car window.  Crunchy, ice covered grass.  My own breath, escaping from my mouth in puffs that reminded me of the pictures of nineteenth century trains in my property casebook.  

I passed three people on my way to school.  Every single one of them was wearing gloves.  All three of them had coats.  Two of them were wearing beanies.  Smart, sensible people who actually checked the weather before dashing outside in beach wear.

"So this is how natural selection thins the gene pool,"I thought dismally.

After what seemed like a very long 25 minutes, I finally made it into the warmth of the law school building.  As my feet began to thaw enough to resume their tingling protests, I looked around at my fellow classmates and was confronted by a sea of bare feet, legs, and arms.  The girl to my right was wearing a mini skirt and flats, the boy on my left had on flipflops and shorts.  This made me feel much better about my own judgment.  Of course, it also could have prompted me to worry about the future of a legal profession in the hands of people who weren't even capable of dressing themselves appropriately for the weather... but I'm pretending that it really wasn't a matter of inferior judgment, but a signal of superior foresight.  After all, it may have been a miserable 28 degree trek to school, but when my fellow classmates and I headed home that afternoon, it was a glorious 69 degrees -- warm enough that my toes began to forgive me.

Freezer Burn Is Not My Friend

And I wanted ice cream so badly... 

:(

Procrastinating again...

I feel so terrible to be one of those people who created a new blog, wrote a short and senseless post, and then didn't return for months.  It's the virtual equivalent of leaving a baby in a dumpster, without the chance that a kind hearted passerby might intervene.  

That being said, my discovery of my cousins' brilliant blogs (here, and here) gave me the inspiration to give this another try.  Besides, it's that time in the semester again where I am supposed to be spending every waking moment outlining... meaning, of course, that my desperation for new procrastination techniques is full force.

At Eastern Oregon University, all of my classes were online, and none of them had caps.  The result was that I could register for anything I felt like, as long as I made sure that I was getting my GEs.  I was even a Liberal Studies major, which is effectively like majoring in electives.  Probably best of all, EOU was on a quarter system, which meant that I knew that even if I ended up hating a class, I'd only have to put up with it for a couple of months.

When I moved on to grad school, registration became even simpler.  The program was small enough that there were only 6 or 7 classes offered by the department each semester, and most of them were three hour seminars that met once a week.  The chance for class conflicts was basically non-existent, and there were no class caps.  I knew all of the professors in the department well enough to know what to expect from any given class, and 9 credits was considered a full course load.  Again, a very easy experience.

Cue law school.  The first year's registration was simple, because the school took care of it for me.  All of us 1L's had to take the exact same classes at the exact same times, and the registrar just divided us into sections and sent us our schedules.  This week, though, they let us register for classes for next fall, and it was incredibly stressful.  I picked out the classes that I wanted to take, and for the first time in my life, had to deal with scheduling conflicts.  After a good deal of agonizing and nearly an hour spent rearranging pretend schedules, I finally came up with a workable schedule.

The morning of registration, though, they let the current 2Ls register first, and by the time they were done several of the classes I had wanted to take were completely full.  Scrambling for a new workable schedule and rushing to beat my classmates to get seats in the more popular classes, I panicked and registered for 17 credits.  The good news is that none of the classes conflict.  The bad news is that we're only supposed to take 15 credits, and 17 credits (A) is academic suicide and (B) precludes me from any chance of doing a journal next year.

So I have to drop a class :(  Probably soon, because it's not nice to be sitting on class spots in more classes than I need, especially because some of them are now completely full.  But which one?  

The fun class taught by the world's greatest living legal philosopher (according to his Wikipedia page)?  

The class that will look great on my clerkship applications that's rumored to be an easy(ish) A?  

Or the class that's actually relevant to what I think I want to do after graduation?  

(Unfortunately, I'm not letting myself consider dropping the one class I'm actually dreading and would love not to take, because it's required for graduation).

*sigh*  Sometimes, too many options can be such a painful thing.... although at least it gives me an excuse for why I'm not working on my outlines.