Wrapping It Up

So the advent of March has made me aware of just how lazy a blogger I've become. The hiatus has also made me decide to revamp the blog a little bit - after all, mikeandlashel.blogspot.com should really be about more than LaShel complaining about her homework once every several weeks. So stay tuned for new content and, if I can talk my techie brother into donating an extreme blog makeover, a snazzy new layout as well.

But first, before bringing in the new, we'll wrap up the old. It always makes me sad when I'm reading a random person's blog and they describe a conundrum or an exciting upcoming event, and then never mention it again. So I'll comb through later entries looking for hints on whether their dog ever came back or they got the big promotion at work, but to no avail. My own life is not nearly that exciting, but here are some random updates just in case there's a stranger out there wondering:

I did end up dropping a class - the one taught by the "greatest living legal philosopher" which turned out to be a fortunate choice because he retired a few weeks before the semester started because of health problems and the class wasn't offered after all.

My summer to-do list was semi-successful. I did the write-on and ended up on the Journal of Law, Ethics, and Public Policy, we enjoyed the swimming pool at our complex twice before moving to our new, deluxe apartment, and we traveled everywhere on our list except Washington DC. The writing a novel, watching movies in French, and getting ahead on coursework decidedly didn't, but it was a great summer nonetheless.

The British Museum collection was amazing... Victoria is a beautiful city. In fact, I was so enamored that it was disappointing to find out my legal education is not transferable to Canada.

The Venus Fly Trap, as predicted, died a hasty and inglorious death. I'm pleased to announce, however, that our marriage somehow managed to survive.

Luckily, the IRS, after months of investigation and endless letters, concluded that Mike and I were truly poor enough to not owe them any money. Yay!


Long story short, the special meeting called by the journal wasn't about my lack of morale, but because the elected leader of our journal was suddenly no longer a student at the law school. Speculation as to why continues to abound.

And there you have it! Stay tuned for further exciting adventures :)

At Least I'm Sufficiently Oxygenated

Thursday, 4:41 pm: Get an email from a 3L on the journal, announcing that we have oral presentations on Monday

Thursday, 4:42 pm - 7:07 pm: Proceed to hyperventilate

Thursday, 7:08 pm: After checking the syllabus, all previous emails, and my class notes several times, respond to the email asking what we are supposed to be presenting on, and for how long

Thursday, 7:49 pm: Receive a follow up email, telling us our presentations should run for about 12 minutes, and to be prepared to field questions from professors

Thursday, 7:49pm - 11:00 pm: Proceed to hyperventilate

Friday, 6:30 am: Awake after having a nightmare about forgetting class and missing my presentation

Friday, 11:38 am - 3:25 pm: Spend the day at the law school, studying, attending classes, and having many conversations with fellow students about how unpleasant the presentations sound and complaining about how little notice we were given.

Friday, 6:28 pm: Get an email from another 3L on the journal, announcing that an issue has arisen that requires a mandatory meeting of everyone on the journal (including us 2Ls who have yet to ever see or work on an issue). The meeting is scheduled for Monday, half an hour after our presentations were supposed to begin.

Friday, 6:29 pm: Rejoice, because it looks like our oral presentations will have to be postponed

Friday, 6:30 pm: Fret, because the email never actually says our oral presentations will be postponed. Especially because a professor flew back from London this weekend just so he could attend (and grade) these presentations.

Friday, 6:31 pm: Irrationally decide that a 3L must have overheard me complaining about the journal, and that the meeting is being called to discuss the lack of enthusiasm by 2L members.

Friday, 6:32 pm - Saturday, 9:22 am: Hyperventilate

Plans for the day include more hyperventilating, and preparing my oral presentation because my stomach tells me we'll probably be getting an email soon telling us our presentations have been moved to tomorrow night.