BWE 10: My week in pictures

What a busy, hilarious week. There is too much to write about, so I am settling for pictures and captions. This is choppy, but appropriate given the state of things…

This week featured a massive iced-tea spill at the office. Amber is cackling as I run to fetch napkins:

That day I took the long route to work from Judd’s house just to see the Cathedral of Saint Paul:

I spent the rest of Saturday at work so today I held myself hostage on campus until I finished my homework. I have never done so much tax law reading in my life. I started my epic study-day at the purple onion cafe:

I was so thrilled that “homeless guy who reads aloud to himself” didn’t bother me this time! I was good about avoiding eye contact and glaring at my tax book…

I also decided that if I donate to the law school I will require that my donation be used to give the law school an entrance like this:

Swank! The other side of campus gets all of nice buildings…

I take the dogs on walks around the nice-side of campus all the time. And no, I haven’t been successful yet in getting Judd to take the Rottweiler:

…maybe I should throw in some fava beans and a nice chianti…

One of the places I visited on the nice-side of campus was the Walter Library. Behold:

Sigh. The undergrads have all the nice facilities… I have never taken a picture of the law school library because you’d scream.

One of my undergraduate bosses told me that I should have attended graduation because it would have given me a sense of closure. Today I realized he was right. My 1L year felt like a continuation of college in some ways, but today I looked at the undergrads and thought, “Who are these awkward, smelly people and how the hell was I ever one of them?”

I think a semester in a frat house and some boomkats was warranted after three years as a resident assistant at the University of Miami, but now I live alone in a nice (albeit ghettotastic) apartment building and I have a reliable car, a job, an adoring (and not yet freaked out) boyfriend, and two dogs, including this one:

After I almost hawked her to a classmate at the Lake of the Isles, Gertrude said “Oh, wait, this is supposed to be a run? I’ll give you a run fool!” And she wore me out. I think it was part ‘earning her keep’ and partially revenge for me trying to pass her off on someone else.

But seriously, does anyone want a Rottweiler or a bullmastiff? They are making me batty…