Friday, November 21, 2008
Heaven help me for showing up for the first time in over a month, with the only new content being a “no new content” advisory. Heaven help me further for uttering not a peep on this space about the presidential election. In any other year, such a post would have been my karmic reward for the post I wrote after the 2004 election—and yes, for the record, I voted for the winning candidate, and yes, I am thrilled, and yes, I held it together until he started talking about the 106-year-old lady waiting to vote, and then I cried like the big baby I am. 
(I also voted no on Proposition 8, which, again, should have had a post dedicated to it long before now.) But by now I’m sure you know what’s coming, namely that Law School Changes Everything (feel free to start singing that to the tune of the Brains’ “Money Changes Everything,"), and I just couldn’t blog about it and keep up with reading and outlining and career counseling and everything else.
All of this prevaricating is my way of saying that unless something spectacular (and unforeseeable) happens, I will not be free to write again until after 4:30 p.m. on Thursday, December 11, when I take the last of my final exams. (The other three are on 12/1, 12/4 and 12/8; the take-home final for our writing class was 2 1/2 weeks ago, and was a special brand of hell for us law school whoosits. I never want to live through something like that again, but since we have another semester of it in the spring, I will.) We’re not doing anything special for my birthday on Tuesday, nor will I be roasting a turkey on Thanksgiving. It’s all finals, all the time, baby. Well, okay, we’ll probably go out for Thanksgiving, and I’ll bet that I snap and make a Shaker lemon pie from the lemons off our tree, but otherwise, I will be living contract remedies, the major bodies of tort law, various ways to prosecute or defend man’s inhumanity to man, and more Federal Rules of Civil Procedure than you can shake a stick at. (Disclaimer: Please do not shake a stick at the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure. They work for you, not against you, even if you’re the poor bastard being sued.)
Dear friends, with any luck, the next new content here will be written on Friday, December 12, from that nifty deck, while I drink my coffee and watch the hummingbirds. I will have a few hours to kill until my parents arrive from Philadelphia to celebrate early Christmas with us and visit our new digs for the first time. I won’t even be hung over. Probably.
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And now I remember why I don’t go back to school.
I assume the peppers don’t go in the pie?
To everything there is a season!
(And aren’t you fortunate to have lemons in November . . . we seem to have nothing but cabbages.)
I look forward to your December return to writing “just for fun”. And in the meanwhile, I hope you eat some good cake for your birthday. For some reason, 41 is so much easier than 40.
I feel your pain. I’m working harder and longer than I ever have at any time in my life before, and under waaay more pressure. I think they’re going to give me this gig (I’ve been on “interim acting” status up until now—but it definitely falls in the category of “be careful what you wish for.”
I’m realizing that there won’t be homemade pies on Thursday, and at this point, we’ll be lucky if there’s a turkey. Much less any real Xmas baking to speak of, this year.
Miss you.
I kinda maybe forgot to mention in the brochure that first year law school is really hard.
I hope you don’t hate me too much for getting you into this.
Did someone say Shaker Lemon Pie? Say when and I’ll be over for a slice fasther than you can say “when.”
Meyer lemons. Sob. I used to have 2 meyer lemon trees in Cupertino and when they were ripe in January, I’d have piles of lemons. I miss those trees. And my nectarine tree.
You’ll be FINE for finals. You’re working so hard. I’m very proud of you.
Rock on, future lawyer-girl!!!
(and Bee, speak for yourself about turning “thirty-eleven”. It sucked as much as thirty-ten!!!)
Jen, I am proud of you, you have the cojones to change your life when you weren’t content with the sataus quo and moved across the country to do so. You’re my hero!Hugs
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Belated Happy Birthday Jen!
Also, I hope your first final--that sounds funny doesn’t it, “first final”?--goes well tomorrow. Of course I am sure it will, and the rest too.
Hello, and thanks for the Clementine Paddleford factoid! I hope to discover a book of her writing? I don’t post often but I love the Yarn Harlot and enjoy the community of others avoiding daily chores. I went back to graduate school in my 40s and survived; I hope you find the law school work exciting and gratifying. Not sure where you are--California? Lemons sound lovely. My husband the Fulbright scholar and I are in Sri Lanka for a year; hardly any of the food is familiar but we are thrilled with the beautiful fruit. Next summer we return to east central Ohio. Happy holidays and good luck with the Testing.
Kristina Sullivan
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And now I remember why I don’t go back to school.
I assume the peppers don’t go in the pie?