I’m pretty sure there’s no statute against whatever I’m eating and however I’m doing it, but let me pose a question.. Ever notice how I kind of.. stop writing once school has started? Last semester my friends and family would ask where the blog had gone, and I’d joke that no one wants to read a review of Spaghetti O’s. Except I wasn’t joking. Almost everything I ate literally came out of a can. Or out of a little plastic bag with a little silver bag full of spices. Or out of a box from the freezer. Continue reading
Sometimes people say that law school is hard. And takes up a lot of your time.
Dear devoted readers and fans,
I’m back. I know, I know; what I did was wrong. I should never have abandoned you in such a manner, ditching you for intimate nights alone with my copy of the Uniform Commercial Code, trying to decipher, well, any of it. What I did was wrong, but I want to make it up to you.
You see, law school is hard and time-consuming, but that doesn’t mean I love cooking any less. In fact, I think it means I love cooking more. Now, law student-style, I’m equipped with a handy weekly schedule for cooking, recipe-writing, photo-taking, and blogging. Fighting fire with fire.
If you remember, one of the first things I made when I moved into my new house in Texas was a myriad of dips for our housewarming party. It’s a new year, now, yet somehow, the blog entries are the same.. Last night, we decided to have dinner at our place, then moved it to my roommate’s boyfriend’s fantastic house, and so, of course, I went all out with those dips: salsa roja, salsa verde, and my avocado tomatillo.. thing..
Somehow, the first day of 1L Orientation coordinated with a box of a dozen fancy muffins arriving from the boyfriend’s “evil stepmonster”, as she so wishes to be called (What is it with mothers wanting to be called anything but.. mothers? Sorry, Mom.. I mean, uh.. dining partner..), and I was reminded of the little baby minimuffins my mum used to make when I started kindergarten and whatnot, little applesauce things rolled in cinnamon sugar. She even sent me a box for the first day of freshman year of college, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t see a one, since I made the mistake of letting it be, well, known that I had real, live baked goods.
But now I’m older. And wiser. And a lot more stressed out. So it was only appropriate that I start off my journey into the depths of law with a gourmet pear muffin that had an entire bottle of brandy in it. OK, maybe not, but how would I even know? I scarfed that baby down before we even got to the bus stop.
Or, er, I’m a child of the LSAT. Studying for the math portion of the GMAT, I came across this question:
(30) John weighs twice as much as Susan. Susan’s weight is 60% of Sam’s weight. Mark weighs 50% of Lynn’s weight. Lynn weighs 190% of John’s weight. Which of these 5 people weighs the least?
I immediately tried to write out their initials.. J, S, S.. Wait.. OK, really, GMAT? Cardinal rule of these sorts of questions, guys: The variables are weird names in consecutive alphabetical order. For instance.. Samantha, Trey, Uzi, Veronica, Wayne, Xena, Yoko, and The Variable Formerly Known as Z. It’s just common sense, guys.
I get it, I get it. It’s the quantitative portion of the exam, but everything in my being wishes it were something like this:
Adam, Bob, Carl, David, Eric, Frank, George, and Hank are basketball players (Note the totally logical list of variables. Thanks LSAT).
Frank is the same height as Hank.
George is taller than Frank.
Eric is taller than Adam.
Adam is taller than David and Carl.
Bob is shorter than Carl.
Which one of the following must be false?
(A) George is taller than Hank.
(B) Carl is taller than David.
(C) Adam is taller than Frank.
(D) David is the same height as Carl.
(E) Bob is the same height as Eric.
I never thought I’d miss the LSAT. And I don’t. But relearning trigonometry is a pain.
So, I’ve always known law school was going to be a hellish three years.. with an emphasis on the horribleness of the first year. “I’m ready!” I told myself. “Yes, I’ve been slacking off but still making awesome grades for four years, but now, now I’m ready to buckle down.”
And I am. Except… now it’s close. Seven weeks until orientation. Seven weeks until I have to seriously start.. cringe.. studying. I’m used to the Socratic method, but I’m having all these Scott Turow-induced nightmares.
It seems.. real? I suppose before it seemed like a nice thing to tell your parents’ friends, a nice way to introduce yourself. “Hi, I’m C., and I’m heading to law school, emphasis on criminal appeals and the death penalty. Chin-chin!” But now I’m.. actually heading to law school, theoretically to study with an emphasis on crim appeals and the death penalty. I bought a suit for moot court, and now I’ll actually have to.. wear it.
Reality. I only like it on television.