I put in a lot of commuting miles this week.
My mornings usually begin at 8 a.m. in a St. Paul courthouse because I clerk at the St. Paul Public Defender’s office. I spend my time observing clerks and attorneys interview clients and prepare for bail hearings because my student certification has not gone through yet.
The newscasters say that this is the coldest week of the year. It’ll reach -20 soon, but we are still jumping around Lake Calhoun.
I picked up my espresso machine and my carafe flew across the kitchen. It shattered on the floor.
I spent the next three hours searching for a replacement carafe.
Wal-Mart didn’t have it. Neither did Kohl’s, Williams & Sonoma, Macy’s, Sears, or Target. Some store sales people actually laughed at me when I asked if they sold replacements. I felt dejected.
And then finally:
I remember staring at the stacks from the Hanson Hall starbucks during my 1L mid-day study sessions.
Now that I’m a 3L and done with law school classes, I only get to see the stacks from a distance.
Discovering that the cafeteria had 32oz. cups was probably a bad thing for my diet.
I was horrified when I first saw the demolition of Salem English Lutheran Church, but then I learned that the wrecking balls are only for the newish addition.
