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Best Week Ever: first week of spring semester?

January 24, 2010

Spring semester started, I think?

It was a strange week. I worked through Monday, and school started on Tuesday.

This week I had family law, corporate tax, advanced estate planning, and a housing clinic. I dropped the clinic before the end of the first session because it sounded like a miserable time-suck. I did that “oh we’ll see how this works out” bit last semester and I’m over it. I know what I want in a class and will drop accordingly.¹

Law school has definitely lost its new car smell; I am bored and annoyed. Does Jack have to raise his hand in every class? Where is my Conlaw II grade? And why is it okay for people to go barefoot in school? If you can’t roll into a McDonald’s barefoot then it shouldn’t be acceptable at a professional school – just saying…

I don’t exactly march around school shooting bitchy looks at people, but I am no longer the chipper, lingering 1L.

Things outside of school are vastly more interesting. The dogs keep me busy and amused at home when I’m not skipping off to work or being social. The “being social” bit this week included Trivia night at Innuendo, the Colbie Caillat/Uncle Kracker concert and the Loring Pasta bar with Joel, Avatar with Eric, and random bar-club hilarity that included black-eyes and boyish lesbian DJs.

So of course by Friday I was run-down and sick, popped enough cold and allergy medication to offend my liver, and woke up early enough on Saturday to start my 10-hour workday at 5:30am.

By Saturday night I felt better so I hosted a movie night at my place featuring Revolutionary Road, Humpday, State of Play, and red stripe.

Today I worked, went to Wal-Mart, did laundry, cooked for the week, and finally combated the hostile occupation of grime on my stove. I smell like vinegar and Lysol…which isn’t a terrible way to end the first week of spring semester.

¹I added International Tax Law to replace the credits lost by the clinic. It’s at 8:30am on Mondays and Tuesdays, but it means that I have Thursday and Friday off from school. It isn’t truly a 4-day weekend because I am working, but I prefer to do my 20 hours over a 4-day work week than a 2 day weekend.

2L Spring

Taking a stance by fleeing

January 21, 2010

I dropped my Housing Clinic before the first session ended.

Today’s class was a blitzkrieg of red flags which made it clear that the clinic would make me miserable. The directors spoke in terms of “amorphous grading,” last minute changes, and court times that force students to skip class.

They also hinted that housing cases move so fast that “good enough” would have to suffice for court preparation, and the student directors said that some of the hearings were so brief that they sometimes only had time to spurt out their first, best argument.

I need a break this semester. I want to snuggle up with the dogs and the tax code. Rushing around crazy and sleep deprived because I let some irrelevant¹ clinic play Godzilla to the Tokyo of my schedule is not going to happen. “Looks good on the resume” be damned.

So I am the newest member of the morning international tax course, and so grateful that I put my foot down, and fled.

¹ Irrelevant to my career goals.

2L Spring / 2L Winter / Law School / Minneapolis-St. Paul

End of break, start of spring

January 20, 2010

Spring semester started, somehow. That means winter break is over.

I had this vision (delusion) of winter break as this slow, peaceful thing filled with vast amounts of free time. Instead, winter break was characterized by 10-hour¹ workdays, epic nights out with long-neglected friends in Minneapolis and Miami, and a slowly deteriorating apartment.

The apartment was so disorderly by the end of break that I would only let Phillip see it. Then came the second dog, a massive apartment scrub down, and – yep – classes again.

This semester is more exciting and less cluttered. Two of my professors are partners at law firms, and one of my professors has reached an age and level of prestige where she just can drop F-bombs in class. I love it.

There are also no more 8am classes, ridiculously stacked² days, and I started going to the gym again! I am beside myself with joy.

And no class on Friday. Oh yeah.

The only class³ I have yet to have is my housing clinic. This is my first clinic⁴ and I’m not sure what to expect. I guess I’ll find that out tomorrow.

Tonight I’m seeing Joel, who has been MIA, and we are going to the Colbie Caillat/Uncle Kracker/Theory of a Deadman concert. The concert sounds a tad less exciting than a Beyonce concert, but not quite as bad a root canal. We’ll see how this goes.

¹ This was because I worked full time, but 3 of the 4 weeks of break were compressed. One week was compressed because finals ended on Tuesday, and the two weeks abutting the Miami trip were also shortened. This is why I had to work 10 hour days to get my time in.
² Stacked days mean stacked books. Last semester I had to carry around an overnight bag just for my books. This semester I only have two 1-inch books. This is so awesome I might cry.
³ Class, ie, not moot court. I have no idea what’s going with that…
⁴ One thing I like about this semester is that my classes are very practical and relevant to my goals. I came to law school to practice estate planning, but I really like tax law, so I was excited when my estate planning seminar professor told me that estate planning is laden with tax issues.

2L Spring / Law School / legal humor / on the record

Family Law: Day 1

January 19, 2010

Professor W returns. I had her for Wills & Trusts last summer, and now I am in a 100-person Family Law course with her. I didn’t take Family Law for the blog fodder, seriously…but…

The old “is the used book okay?” question:

Professor W: “People ask me the difference between the 4th edition of the book and the old one. And I don’t know how to answer that. How much is the new book?”
Jill: “$150!”
Professor W: “Good god! And how much is the old book?”
Jack: “I got it for $10.”
Professor W: “Wow…that’s a difference…well, what would you spend the extra money on?”
Jack: “Well, when I bought the used book for Wills & Trusts, I used the extra money to go to a Packers game, and I thought that was a good investment!”
Professor W: “That doesn’t sound appealing to me at all! Good thing we are different. And you might be dead tomorrow. You might not have a chance to spend that money. Buy the new book”

About love and marriage:

Professor W: “It’s because of this western notion that we make lifetime commitments for “love,” which is really dumb. There are so many better reasons to marry than love that are more binding. Why do you think so many of your friends are divorcing? It’s because they entered into this thing with unrealistic expectations!”
Professor W:”Another problem is that we live too long. It might be alright to marry for love if your life expectancy is 37, but if you live to 100 – my god – that’s a long time to be with one person. How dull!”

2L Winter / Minneapolis-St. Paul / picture of the day

Trivia Mafia night

January 15, 2010

Jake finally posted the picture from last Tuesday night’s Trivia Night at Innuendo. Behold:

We won that week, but didn’t do as well this week. We didn’t place last, but it was still a hard fall from grace…

We debated what to do about the competition and you can expect a flurry of “accidents” over the weekend.

2L Winter

TV and sweat

January 14, 2010

I haven’t owned a TV since starting law school.

The problem is that I turn on Bravo and 12 hours later I’m all, “did I really just watch an entire cycle of America’s Next Top model?”

I get held hostage by marathons, and would probably flunk out of law school if I had a TV at home.

This is where the gym comes in – the cardio machines have flat screen TVs attached! I spent an hour today working out and watching the Real Housewives of Orange County (and the Haiti carnage on CNN during commercial breaks.) It was amazing. I’m obsessed…and tired.

2L Winter / pictures

Viva Miami, welcome Minneapolis

January 12, 2010

The pilot came on the intercom.

Pilot: “Do we have any MDs on board? If you are a MD please touch your flight attendant call button. A passenger is ill and we need your assistance.”

Everyone looked around. No doctors aboard. A flight attendant rushed by with an intense looking oxygen tank.
The pilot repeated his request, and then asked if any nurses or medical personnel were aboard. No takers. Vet techs? None.
I felt pretty useless – “I can offer qualified legal advice!”

We arrived in Minneapolis and waited for the paramedics to fetch the ill passenger. I then stormed to baggage claim and wandered the parking garage¹ for my car.

I hadn’t slept in 24 hours and was in a vicious mood.

I went to the University of Miami the night before. Trisha and I visited our old dorm and caught up on the student-life drammy.

The RAs chirped about homecoming and were freaking out about decorating their floors. Trisha and I looked at each other and laughed. We are both in professional school now, but just two years ago we were fumbling with construction paper and rubber cement. How bizarre.

I think I horrified one of the RAs who is thinking about applying to law school. Gloomy tales of the legal job market – dum dum dum!

After the dorm visit I went to South Beach for Lady Gaga² night at Twist.

Ben and I were posted at the main bar again. Blaring house music, strobes, bodybuilders, and periodic visits by the club’s manager and owner. Ben and I insisted on having a 4-hour³ conversation over the music, so I’m croaking like a seasoned smoker today.

I left the club around 5 a.m. and had a terrifying ride with a cab driver who was more familiar with the gas pedal than the road markings. I then showered and packed for the airport.

The airport was a disaster. The Delta Airlines area was understaffed and chaotic.
The baggage drop line was 100-people deep and crisscrossed the self check-in line. The result was that no one knew what line they were in until waiting in the wrong line for a half hour.
The lines moved at a glacial pace and we slowly realized that there was no way we would make our flight.

So many of us were late that they held the plane for us, but they didn’t tell us that the plane was waiting, so a pack of us tore down the terminal like we were being chased by zombie TSA agents.

After the airport sprint in Miami, the medical dramatics on the plane, and the 30 minute car seeking expedition in the Minneapolis Airport’s parking garage, I was so relieved to pick up Harley from the pet hotel and crash.

I slept for 8 hours, did laundry and some minimal cleaning, and I am going back to sleep so I can make it to work early.

It was a fun, exhausting trip.

Viva Miami, but welcome Minneapolis.

¹ Parking was close to $75…bejesus.
² Unofficial Lady Gaga night… they played “Bad Romance” at least three times, “Telephone” twice, “Love Game” and “Poker face.”
³ As opposed to the stand, pose, and smile routine that Carlos and I have mastered.

2L Winter / Take Three

Beethoven Van

January 11, 2010

This is pretty awesome. It was parked on the bay near the Mandarin Hotel.

2L Winter / memories / Miami

The Circuit

January 10, 2010

Last night, Carlos and I hit up the Wilton Manors circuit.

Alibi. The night starts at the video bar. A tiny man with bug glasses and a messenger bag hits on Carlos. Carlos isn’t feeling it, so the tiny-tot finds a senior citizen.

Boom. We perform for a crowd on the moonwalk stage. The house music gets repetitive so Carlos does hydraulics while I walk it out. Later, Video Phone comes on in the video bar. Carlos stands and laughs while I bust out with the boomkats.
On the way back to the car we come across a pimptastic pair of shoes in the window of Bottoms & Tops, but it was 12:10am and the store closed at midnight. Shucks.
We then head to Ramrod. The bar is so crowded that we have to circle the neighborhood to park. Bartender is morbidly obese, shirtless, and rancid-smelling, but the music is good. I also run into a college crush, who was no longer as charming, but much friendlier.

The next bar is The Manor, a new sprawling club-restaurant-lounge. The club is so big that it is billed as a “complex.” The Manor is beautiful, multi-storied, and sprinkled with thrones and bodybuilders. The main dance floor has blaring 20-minute remixes, and there is also a salsa fest going on in the side bar.

Afterwards we head to Torpedo, which is open later than all of the other clubs in the county. Torpedo is dead until at least 3am, and then it’s suddenly packed. At that point we are just mischievous, doing ridiculous dances, and taunting people.

The night ended at Lester’s, a 24-hour diner near the old Coliseum. Grease, gossip, and decaf coffee.

It was a hilarious, intense night. Although I have no idea how we managed to do the Broward circuit so often in college…maybe I’m getting old?

2L Winter / Miami / pictures

Viceroy Hotel & Spa

January 10, 2010

I think this is awesome.

: Viceroy Hotel & Spa

2L Winter / Miami

Unmissed

January 9, 2010

It’s 3:30 a.m. I’m in South Beach.

Ben and I are sitting at the bar in Club Twist’s main room. It’s packed. Bodybuilders, tourists, and drag queens. Cigarettes and overpriced drinks.

A Lady Gaga remix comes on. We scream in each other’s ears to talk. During the climax of the song, the lights of the bar start flashing like a seizure test. People scream and jump. I look at Ben and say, “I missed this.”

Later I’m downstairs and Carlos is introducing me to a pack of friends, quickly referencing a relationship, job, or affair so I can place the characters.

Earlier that evening we ate at Versailles in Little Havana.

Rice, beans, plantains, and gossip. Versailles is the most famous restaurant in Miami. Every time something happens in Cuba, the news crews go to Versailles to film the angry old men cursing the revolution.

I missed the Cuban food and clubs. I did not miss the $10 drinks or the greasy men¹ in BMWs who only slow down to flip someone off.

I’ve spent the majority of the day watching a Law & Order SVU marathon. I haven’t owned a TV since starting law school because I get held hostage by these marathons.

The last time I watched Law & Order was around this time last year at Jamie’s house. I had just come back from Miami and spent most of my break at Jamie’s place. He’d go to work. I sat around and drinking tea and watching Law & Order.

Law school and work have ruined Law & Order. It’s one huge evidence and professional responsibility disaster, but I watch because it’s break and I’m amused.

Law & Order is permanently associated with winter break. So is clubbing on South Beach and the greasy men in BMWs.

¹ This happened on US 1 near UMiami.

2L Winter / pictures

Brickell and the pissed off manager

January 8, 2010

These are some pictures of Brickell, which is apparently overrun with Publix grocery stores. The neighborhood has three Publix stores so far.

Mom and I went to the P.F. Chang’s in Mary Brickell village. A waitress told us to seat ourselves, and on our way to a table we passed a manager talking to a chef.

The manager was annoyed when he saw us:

Manager: “Next time when you come into the restaurant please wait to be seated.”
Me: “We were told to seat ourselves.”
Manager: “WHAT?”
Me: “They told us to seat ourselves.”
Manager: “WHO?”
Me: “A waitress. I dunno.”
Manager: “Well they are smoking crack!”

The manager then stormed off as if he was going to beat the waitress. The chef was mortified and approached our table.

Chef: “Thank you for coming to P.F. Chang’s. We appreciate your business and hope you have a pleasurable dining experience.”

The message was clear: “Sorry the manager is a hot mess. I’m not involved in this.”

2L Winter / Miami / Take Three

Winter bird

January 8, 2010

It feels like -17 in Minneapolis right now.

This is the view from my mother’s place on the Miami river:

It’s 66 degrees in Miami right now. My mother says her toes are frozen. I am in an undershirt and gym shorts. It feels like a sauna.

Have fun Minneapolis!

2L Winter / Miami

Welcome to Miami

January 8, 2010

It is almost midnight, and my plane is over the bay.

The lights of South Beach are to the right. The Miami skyline is to the left. Underneath us are the mansions of Star Island – P.Diddy’s house – it feels like a shot out of a Pitbull video.

The turbulence was bad. During the worst of it, a woman screamed at her boyfriend: “You are the one who wanted to go on this fucking vacation!” He grumbled. I smirked.

I made it out of the airport¹ and now I’m watching the First 48 at mom’s house. The First 48 is a crime reality show based on homicide units.

This episode features a murder that happened a quarter mile away from my mother’s apartment in Overtown, my high school’s neighborhood. Part of the episode shows a candlelight vigil for the victim. I recognize people from my high school.

Overtown’s crackhouses, projects, and the vigil² are in the shadow of shiny new skyscrapers, and only a quarter mile from the man-made islands, yachts, and mansions.

Poverty, wealth, and camera crews. It’s good to be home.

¹ The airport was renovated since I my last trip.
² In Overtown.

Law School

Restraint

January 6, 2010

I took too many classes.

I will graduate with extra credits even if I take the bare minimum course-load for full-time enrollment.

Last semester I was grossly over-scheduled, so I felt ridiculous today when I asked a co-worker for her thoughts on me adding partnership taxation.

She told me not to.

I’m going to take her advice lest I have another grand “What the hell was l thinking?” moment in May.

Even with 12 credits I still have to schedule in gym-time, dog time, work, writing…volunteering?

The nice thing about law school is that I’m never in want of things to do, even during break. It’s just a matter of not over-committing myself when everything looks interesting and doable – like portion control at a Chinese Buffet – and for now, partnership tax and the lemon chicken are on hold.

2L Winter / Law School / Life / Thomson Reuters

Chipmunking

January 4, 2010

I went to Barnes and Noble after work. I wandered the store looking lost and bewildered. If I wasn’t in my work clothes they would have mistaken me for an invalid that ran away from his court-appointed guardian.

This was the first time in months that I was in a bookstore for pleasure. I used to love Barnes and Noble, but today everything looked ridiculous. There were aisles romance novels, get-rich-quick, find-jesus, John Grisham-bootlegs, and Jillian Michaels¹ with her dominatrix glare.

Oh and Twilight. The horny-teen-vampires were everywhere. Harry Potter has been replaced by werewolf abs.

All of the magazines looked terrible. J-Lo was famished. Ashton Kutcher was airbrushed. Paula Deen was cracked out and Oprah looked tired.

I bought Writer’s Digest and drove home. The magazine is still in the bag. I am tired and can’t be bothered.

I leave for Miami on Thursday, so my days consist of getting up, going to work, coming home to walk the dog and sleep. No one is forcing me to work full time over the break, but I have a job, and that job is contingent on me being a student. Without any guarantee that my company will hire me after graduation, I cannot justify working less than full-time now.

Barbri expenses are around the corner. Rent. Emergency fund. Coffee. I’m a chipmunk hoarding acorns for a long winter.

Plus work is fun. I’m with classmates and students from other schools. Someone is always has a story about a professor, family member, interesting case or class. There’s coffee, constant laughter, and yes, a paycheck. Novels and magazines can wait. Things are fun right now.

¹ And you know I own a Jillian Michaels book (see here)

2L Winter / dogs / Take Three

Pugly

January 1, 2010

I’m dogsitting Joel’s brother’s pug.

The pug was initially too hyper for Harley. The pug tore into the room and swung around Harley.

Harley shot me a look like “who brought the circus in?”

The pug has calmed down, and Harley likes him now. They have even started practicing their blank stares:

Law School – 2L / Life

End of 2009

December 31, 2009

I was going to do a grand “year in review” post, but it’s unnecessary. An outline of spring semester is here, the summer summary is here, and the outline of fall semester is here.

This was the year of surprises. Here are 10 unexpected things that happened this year, in no particular order…

Moved out of the fraternity house into my first apartment.
Bought a car.
Adopted Harley-Scalia, a 100-pound bullmastiff rescue, who had heartworm.
Got shot, and studied for property in the ER.
Went to Bemidji.
Had a viable tort claim against the law school.
Got a job via twitter.
Dated (one, two, three).
Lived on the set of Grand Theft Auto, including shootings, semi-paralyzed mothers, crackheads, and police drama.
Passed Tax Law.

I’m quieter, tired, but still smirking.

2L Winter / dogs / Take Three

Stuck

December 30, 2009

We received over a foot of snow during Christmas week, which then melted for a day and refroze.

And (to my great amusement) this has turned into quite the exercise program for Harley:

2L Fall Finals

The plant stand

December 29, 2009

On Sunday I reclaimed my apartment.

The neon tabbies, outlines, and books needed to go. I moved my furniture, vacuumed, scrubbed, and it was amazing.

I now have a normal person’s apartment and a very expensive plant stand:

One more semester and I’ll have enough books to hold up a coffee table. I knew they had a purpose!

Law School

After the dorm visit I went to South Beach for Lady Gaga2 night at Twist.

Last night, Carlos and I hit up the Wilton Manors circuit.

These are some pictures of Brickell, which is apparently overrun with Publix grocery stores. The neighborhood has three Publix stores so far.

After the dorm visit I went to South Beach for Lady Gaga² night at Twist.