Let’s just say it took a long time to get home.
I had a suit on today because of a tax clinic meeting. I still had this suit on when I left work, so there I am, tie and loafers, excavating the car with snow flying everywhere.
Let’s just say it took a long time to get home.
I had a suit on today because of a tax clinic meeting. I still had this suit on when I left work, so there I am, tie and loafers, excavating the car with snow flying everywhere.
I’m not going to make a crack about “Minnesota Passive Aggressive.” Really. I’m not.
Christmas shopping season means that the Mall of America is insufferable on the weekends. At least the decorations are pretty:
I miss the good old days when you actually had to download something to get a computer virus. I’m on google images when the Java program starts and suddenly these fake antivirus-program-looking windows pop up and completely disable my non-school laptop.
I think I found where the neighborhood hippies live. And I wondered where that pot smell came from!
Jill summed up the situation in class today:
Jill: “I don’t know why I came to class today. I have so much to do that just sitting here stresses me out.
Amen.
Passing my 1L sectionmates follows this script:
Me: “Hey! Haven’t seen you in forever!
Jack: “So busy 3L year is! What the hey?!”
Me: “Oh yeah, I’m super swamped too.”
Jack: “I know right? Time to jet! Late for thisandthat!”
Me: “Bye cupcake!”
Class feels like a huge time suck that gets in the way of the work that I am actually graded on, and yet I have not missed a single class all semester.
Don’t get me wrong. I’m all about dolls that represent positive images for children, but I’m not sure about Trichelle…
Amber: “I am a happy person. Really. I’m not unhappy, but I am definitely less happy after being in law school.”
I thought it was an odd comment, but I understand it now that I am a 3L.
I remembered Amber’s comment while trying to explain what has happened to me to a college friend. I kept using words such as weary, quieter, subdued, but I could not find a satisfying description of how I am less vibrant than I was in undergrad. I think “less happy but not unhappy” works.
Patti Stanger (the Matchmaker) just made one of the Millionaires make a list of his five non-negotiables / deal-breakers for dating. I love the idea.
Not too crazy, right?
I am at the office’s coffee/hot water machine. It’s a Tazo tea day. A curly-haired woman approaches from the side and we both do a start-stop motion towards the machine.
Me: “Oh, sorry. Go ahead.”
Curls: “Oh no, you go.”
Me: “It’s fine.”
Curls: “You were here first.”
Me: “Well thank you.”
Curls: “You’re very welcome.”
Giving advice to future law students is EXACTLY like this:
Downtown Minneapolis was infested with zombies last night for the 6th annual Zombie Pub Crawl. Ghouls lined the streets like it was Halloween, Har Mar Superstar performed, traffic near the West Bank completely backed up, and there was even a zombie walking along the highway.
I didn’t participate in the pub crawl. It started super early (at 3-4pm) when I was still at work, and I couldn’t be bothered to spend money on makeup, ruin a white shirt, pay $10 for a wristband, and $15 for Har Mar. It’s a recession. That’s like four trips to McDonald’s.
I’m walking across campus. People glance at me, smirk, and avert their eyes. Some people laugh openly.
I finally figure out why:
Oh public schools.
Last year the grad students marched about student fees, and this year there is more of a general tuition protest. There are angry fliers, people pounding on drums, yelling. General pissyness.
I went to a super-pricey private university, so I’m unsympathetic. My theory is this:
On a full scholarship. I passed up big, but less than full-ride scholarships at Georgetown and NYU because I knew that I needed even more aid and that I would probably go into debt for law/grad school afterward. The point here is that there are many options and no one is entitled to a certain fee or tuition level.
You can’t even get a public sector job with your fancy degree? Well, higher education in obscure or unprofitable fields is a luxury, not a right. If you major in something like early modern Peruvian art history (or law) you can’t demand that the state pay for it via reduced tuition.
Yesterday began with a ridiculous conversation with a hospital and my insurer. The hospital treated me last year for a bullet wound. I gave my insurance information to the hospital, paid my co-pay, and thought it was a done dada.
Then I get this random $58 bill on Friday, about a year and a half after being treated.
The hospital’s bill does not say what it is for. It just says, “Your responsibility: $58. Pay us. K, Thanks.”
I didn’t want to take the hike to Cub, the local cheap grocery chain, so I went to the nearby chichi grocery store named Kowalski’s. You know a place is fancy when you’re shopping on carpet.
I was tempted at the check-out lane, but not by the trashy magazines:
I resisted. Trying to be more Knowles than Hudson.
We actually have several chichi grocery stores in the city – Lunds, Byerly’s, Trader Joe’s – and several farmer’s markets. Kowalski’s is pricey, but Lunds is the only place where I have ever paid $15 for grapes.
My blackberry keeps seizing and restarting so I decide to take it to the Sprint store near work. The Sprint store is busy and understaffed. The Sprint tech tells me to leave my phone and come back, so I decide to walk my dogs at a park near my office building.
I arrive at the park and get 10 steps from my car when a security SUV swoops down from a hill and informs me that no dogs are allowed on campus.
So I throw the dogs back in the car and unsuccessfully try to find parking near the Mississippi trail. I try Minnehaha park next, realize that I forgot quarters for the meters, and then end up back in Minneapolis.
The dogs and I eventually tumble into Loring Park.
