I'm a stress zombie.

I didn't sleep well last night...I just kind of wasn't feeling well, and then I started having all these weird dreams that kept me up. And it was one of those nights where the temperature was never right, my stomach kind of hurt, I tossed and turned, the covers weren't right, I was thinking about all the things that I have to do, and all the things I'm not getting done. God, I hate that.

So, today I'm tired. I have yet to finish all the stuff I need to get done for tomorrow, let alone have a chance to practice it, and I'm so tired that I feel like I can't even assimilate all the information in a way that will allow me to not make any huge mistakes, or ask a bunch of questions that clearly violate the motions we argued and she ruled on last week.

I've noticed that when I'm not sleeping well, or I don't get enough sleep, it just makes everything BIGGER and BADDER. All my little problems seem HUGE, my anxiety levels seem out of control, I'm obsessing about shit that just yesterday I had under control, I'm not managing my stress, it's managing me. I've never been the type of person to do well with not enough sleep, but as I get older, I notice it's SO MUCH WORSE. One or two nights and I'm like a zombie. A depressed zombie. Geez.

I have to go figure out a way to do about 9 million hours of work in the next 45 minutes...so I better get on that. Let's all cross out fingers that I am able to sleep tonight or it's going to be bad...very very bad.

And the rum is for all your good vices.

I have tried fourteen different times to start a post today, and nothing is really coming out exactly the way I want it to. I hope that's not an omen about mock trial on Wednesday night! My partner and I have divided up all the tasks, and I am frantically trying to get stuff done today so that I have a couple of days to practice and try to make sure I understand at least a little bit about what's going on...but who knows if I'm going to fully get it together before then.

I am thinking a lot right now about:

Priorities
Relationships
What it means to accept myself
Stress management
What I can do to feed my own needs instead of looking to others all the time
Developing stronger friendships/being a better friend/being more responsive to other people's needs
Baking more cupcakes for exams
Whether I really want to move away from this place where I've finally begun to establish a social network
Boundaries

I am trying not to think about:

Job hunting
Exams/grades/why don't employers like me
The accrual method of accounting
Where the hell my W-2 is
Things I don't have the mental or physical strength and endurance to fix right now
The six pounds I've gained
The bar exam
Hearsay and why I don't understand it
All the things I should be doing but am not

Every day is an exercise is figuring out what the hell I'm trying to do in my life...guess it's that way for everyone. All you can do is try to keep your eye on the important stuff and don't forget to stop and smell the beer once in awhile, right?

You know, like octopus? Testicles?

WAH! My life is stressful! Poor me! Boo hoo!

OK, I'm done.

I had a fantastic dinner with a friend tonight and we've made a pact to get together more often and have dinner, and hopefully from now on we'll both be less stressed and we'll talk about normal stuff and not be so angsty. OK, *I* will be more normal and less angsty. Sheesh, cut a girl a break, will ya?!

I can't wait until my fantastic St. Patrick's Day fantasy drinking-fest becomes a reality. It's the only thing keeping me going. I wanted to go see M. for Spring Break, but since my summer job has yet to find my W-2 (thanks guys!), I have no money. Ex-Roomie and I are considering a weekend roadtrip somewhere though, so maybe that'll work out. Gotta have plans, people. Plans are key.

Weekly Law School Roundup #9

This is the "Friends are Fantastic" edition of the Weekly Law School Roundup where AmbImb and Elle Woods provide all the links because they are awesome and know how much stress I'm under with exams and this stupid mock trial in three days...and the MPRE (which I know I shouldn't worry about, but it's just ONE MORE THING on my plate, so in that sense, it's hard not to worry a little bit). Anyway, extra-special super-big heaping helpings of thank you's go out to both of them...without them there would be no Roundup this week.

Equal Process? Due Protection? as a theory as to why the 3rd year of law school won't be cut out anytime soon-he might just be onto something.

Careful ladies, he might give you textualism. (Law and Alcoholism)

NDC rants about the social ineptness of law student, Elle Woods sees him and raises.

TheNambyPamby points out the evils of the LSAT and law school, then retracts a mere day later.

Tre! at You Can't Get Arrested for Being Awesome shows us what men really want out of a pre-nup.

Moral Turpitude is back (has been back) with a new HILARIOUS blog shedding light on everything from opening your own firm to just how far law students will go to avoid reading.

Elle Woods makes her courtroom debut.

M at Yet Another Law Blog is sexing law classes, this weeks subject, Professional Responsibility

Previous subjects:
Torts
Civ Pro

Type-B Discrimination from Jeremy Richey
"Type-B discrimination runs rampant in America’s law schools...."

GW 2L "Law-Rah" is going to be a Mardi Gras Queen, complete w/huge
colorful crown.

Monica has written her last law school paper! She just has one more
quarter working an externship in Florida and then she's done.

Badglacier complains that Westlaw is ugly as sin to look at and
difficult to use.

Screaming Bean took the bar exam for the second time and to no one's
surprise it still wasn't any fun.

Weekly Law School Roundup #10 can be found next week at Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground.

What a day.

Well, I spent the morning getting the eyebrows done (why YES, they DO look FANTASTIC!), and the afternoon helping a friend move, and the evening help another friend who just moved hang all her new curtains. I feel very useful! My friends are always shocked when they find out I have a sewing machine, and can hem things, and I own an electric drill and can do handy stuff.

Tomorrow I am meeting with my Trial Ad partner for the FIRST TIME to discuss the mock bench trial we are supposed to do on Wednesday evening. Oh yeah. It's going to be bad. So, so bad. And, in case anyone forgot, the MPRE is two weeks from today, and my exams are that next week. So basically, my life is shit until St. Patrick's Day goodness smiles upon me. I am glad that the stupid Olympics are over. I know everyone loves them, but as far as I'm concerned they just mess up my TV watching schedule.

Right now, on a very exciting Saturday night at my house, I am eating ice cream for dinner and doing my laundry. I was going to have beer for dinner (I have a HUGE Chimay in the fridge), but honestly, and I hate to admit this, I'm almost beer'd out after several days of boozing in a row. I know, I'm seriously ashamed, but I just can't take anymore beer right now.

I know that I have the Roundup to do in the morning, and I am going to attempt to be timely, but I have, literally, three different meetings, witness prep, mock trial prep, tax homework, and about eleventy-kabillion other things to do, so if it doesn't show up until 8pm, well, that's just too bad. You'll forgive me, I know.

I always find the fish! Always!

So, last night at our impromptu beer bash, Ex-Roomie and I cooked up a St. Patrick's Day plan to rival all St. Patrick's Day plans. Well, that's not true. BUT, we did come up with something.

See, for those of you on semesters, you're looking forward to Spring Break and your life is fairly uncomplicated in that respect. For those of us on the quarter system, we have a week of exams coming up. And, at my school at least, those exams have had St. Patrick's Day stuck right in the middle of them for the past two years. This year though, it's on Friday. The Friday before Spring Break. The last Friday of exam week. It's the perfect storm...the end of exam week, the beginning of Spring Break, and St. Patrick's Day. This is the day I've been waiting on for three years.

We are screening local Irish bars trying to figure out which one will be the best to suit our needs. There will be ALL DAY drinking. There will be low-cut shirts (for me), and shamrocks painted on faces (her), and LOTS and LOTS of booze. There will be dirty limericks, green beer, people passing out on the street, and me going on and on about how much I love an Irish accent.

I am very excited.

Beery McBeerstein

I went to one of my favorite bars tonight. I had two beers there. The beers are THIRTY-FOUR OUNCES. Oh yeah. I heart GINORMOUS BEERS.

Tomorrow I have a big day planned...eyebrow waxing in the morning and helping a friend move in the afternoon. And, I would be willing to bet, more beer. It's a mystery to me when the trial I have on Wednesday is going to get prepared for. Let's hope it's going to prepare itself in between my beering it up around town and ignoring my academic obligations. THIRTY-FOUR OUNCE BEERS PEOPLE. Hell yeah.

Seriously though.

**This is a little something I wrote awhile back (OK, like two days ago) to remind myself not to call. I'm posting it because I already look at it like 30 times a day, so I might as well. I just got back from the gym. So there you go.**

Do. Not. Call.

Stop it.

Quit staring at the phone. Quit letting the anxiety build up while you wonder and wait to see if he'll call you. Quit thinking about it. You don't want him to call you anyway because you already know the answer to this entire question. It's NO. Emphatically, absolutely, assuredly, definitely, unmistakably, resoundingly, NO. No because it's not good for you. No because he can't be what you need him to be. No because you have too much going for you to let it slip at this point. No because he is the dam in a cartoon and you are the hero who plugs the breaking dam with her fingers and if you do this for him you'll never be able to let go because he has too many issues, too many problems, too many broken parts. No because anyone who takes him on will have to stand in that same spot forever, fingers in the dam, holding back the water and praying that it doesn't all fall apart.

My God...just let it go. If he does call it just opens up the wound for YET ANOTHER day, week, whatever (and let's face it, your friends are sick of seeing you mope over a guy that none of them thought was good enough for you). If he doesn't call, he's doing you the biggest favor of your life.

If he doesn't call it doesn't mean that you'll never meet anyone again. It doesn't mean that the time you invested was wasted. It doesn't mean you're already forgotten, or cast aside, or weren't important. Most importantly, it doesn't mean YOU are wrong, YOU are unworthy, YOU are unlovable, or YOU are broken. If he does call, if you're smart, you'll ignore the call, delete the voicemail, and go over to one of your friend's houses to watch TV or drink a beer and not obsess over this thing anymore.

In fact, whether he calls or not is not really the issue, is it? Someone else WILL call. Someone else WILL care. Someone else WILL want to sit on the couch and watch TV with you, or make you dinner, or hold your hand under the table at the bar while you drink pints and make fun of the locals. And it will be someone who will be capable of doing more than the bare minimum. This guy isn't worth all this angst. Stop angsting. Just stop. NO!

DO. NOT. CALL.

Go to the gym. Now.

I bet you look pretty good from a few thousand miles away.*

We went to GK's hockey game last night. The bar they go to afterwards is the diviest dive bar in the entire world...it's awesome. So, the Ex-Roomie and I got there before the hockey guys because they had to (thankfully) shower and whatnot, and we were the only two women in the bar (and not just last night either...probably in WEEKS), so immediately the three regulars in there started talking to us. One guy had no teeth and was insane. One guy spent the entire night going back and forth outside to talk on his cell phone, who knows what that was about. And one guy proudly told us he likes to sing and that he was such a regular at this bar that his divorce papers were served on him there. Also, he told us proudly, his grandfather's divorce papers were served on him in that bar as well.

Anyway, the hockey guys showed up eventually and we had alot of fun. We drank a million pitchers of Labatt Blue, the official drink of hockey night. The great thing about Labatt's is that you can drink it all night, never get drunk, and not even feel remotely hungover the next day. As Ex-Roomie says, "YAY! Near-beer!"

I also ran into an old friend at the bar as well. We talked and awkwardly said "hi." He made a joke about driving me home and I was like "Well, yeah, nothing makes a girl feel more special than when you're only interested in her as a one-night stand to cheat on your girlfriend." More awkwardness. He gave me some sob story about how he was sure at the time he did it that he probably wanted to break up with that girl, that it was hard because there were kids involved (her kids), and blah blah blah...now they're broken up, etc., etc. I was probably more snarky than I needed to be, but eventually I just went back to my table, drank another 87 glasses of beer, and ignored him. Towards the end of the night he came over and sat at our table and was trying to make eye-contact and stuff, and we all started to get our stuff together to leave. He made a comment about seeing me again at another game, and I was like "Well, next week is GK's last game, so if I don't make it to that, this is it." "Oh, you're not going to come back?" "Well, no. I mean, why would I come back if my friend isn't playing?" "Oh, well...uh..." At this point, my friend and her boyfriend are almost out the door, so while he's struggling I just go "Yeah, I gotta go, bye."

The whole thing really didn't have a mean tone to it in real life like it kind of does when I write it, but in my HEAD, I was being so mean to him. Like, I have all this pent-up aggression right now, and even though it's not fair to just let it out on someone I barely know, this guy kind of retroactively deserved it, plus I only said the REALLY vile things in my head. I was moderately polite and used as few biting, sarcastic one-liners as it's possible for me to use given that that's a huge part of my communication pattern with men who piss me off.

I actually have some "real" stuff I'm considering writing about, but not sure yet if it'll make the blog. I'm still struggling with what I want to put on here, I felt more comfortable writing the sort of very intensely personal posts when less people read this and when less people I know in real life read this. My good friends that read it are OK because they know all my thoughts and secrets anyway, and they usually avoid the personal posts and stick with the funny ones. And the total strangers are OK. It's the people who I see in the hall who I KNOW have read at least a couple times who might read some hugely personal post that kind of freak me out. And obviously that's my responsibility to only put things on here that I'm comfortable with, knowing what the different segments of my "audience" are (if you will). So, I'm thinkin' on it.

*From one of the worst movies ever made, The Cutting Edge. But it did have hockey. Well, a hockey player. And my mom loves it, God bless her.

Mmmm....boys on ice.

Tonight I'm going to Guacamole Kid's hockey game. The Over-35 Hockey League is a thing of beauty. I am generally the only girl that shows up to the post-game beer drinking at the local dive bar (tonight I'm bringing Ex-Roomie), and the guys are mostly over 40 and married and they buy the beer but don't hit on me too much, sometimes one of the single ones will try to put the moves on me in a pretty non-forward way which makes me feel better and is good for my self-esteem. It'll be fun. Boys on ice! With skates! Skating! On ice!

You're not dying, you just can't think of anything good to do.

So, today I go back to the gym. The gym is good for my mental health. The gym is good for the five or six pounds I've gained during "Breakup '06." The gym is good for the cupcakes, frozen pizzas, ice cream, and cheeseburgers I've been eating with abandon in a desperate attempt to fill the void in my life. I KNOW that I have to fill the void with something besides cheeseburgers...I mean, shit, that's what the past two years have been about! I've lost probably about 35 pounds since 2L year and this setback in my lovelife is no reason to go right back to square one. Right? RIGHT! Go team! Put the spoon down and back away from the Ben and Jerry's. Slowly. Good girl!

OK, so, having tackled that issue, at least temporarily, I think I might take today off of Tax, and tomorrow off school entirely, get my apartment cleaned and organized, figure out what I need to start doing for finals, and get my trial notebook done for the bench trial we have to do next Wednesday. Organization is good. Gym time is good. Filling the void...that's the key.

Now, if only I can actually do any, or all, of this stuff and feel like something other than a huge bag of ass for more than one day in a row.

Also, I am supposed to do the Weekly Roundup on Sunday, so send in your suggestions and links in the next couple days...I always appreciate the help, but even more so right now.

Your Honor, as it turns out, I am a moron. I apologize. Deeply.

Tonight we had oral arguments on the motions we turned in on Friday.

Mine went something like this:

Me: "Plaintiff would like to exclude all written records and communications pertaining to blah blah blah because of such and such a statute that says blah blah blah."

Instructor/Judge: "How would you address the issue of waiver?"

Me: Blank look. Sucking air and panicking like fish out of water. Look at hands. Look at notes. Pray for miracle. Pray to die. Check under table for hole to dive into.

I/J: "Well?"

Me: "Your Honor. Um. Well. At this time Plaintiff asserts that there has been no waiver."

I/J: "Your client talked about this issue openly in her deposition."

Me: "Yes"

I/J: "And was her lawyer present?"

Me: "Yes"

I/J: "And she wasn't informed that she was waiving a privilege?"

Me: "Um. Well."

I/J: "Counsel, are you done?"

Me: "Yes"

I/J: "You can sit down."

Me: **Insert death from total and utter humiliation**

I honestly just DID NOT think of that issue. It never occurred to me, my partner was relying on me to have all the issues on my side prepared and I SUCKED.

Oh well, guess these things happen.

I'm having artichoke jalapeno dip with pita chips for dinner, then cupcakes, and then possibly cheese on top of beer on top of fried things with a side of ice cream. God. Tomorrow needs to be a better day.

Oh yeah, I ALSO told Guacamole Kid the results of the US Olympic Hockey match BEFORE he knew or watched it because I didn't know that he didn't want to know...I SUCK!

Tomorrow will be better. It just has to be.

Meet my new friend.

I saw this at both Legally Blonde and Blonde Justice, so I decided that, since I was whining about not having a pet, perhaps I could start with a virtual pet. When I get tired of having this up here I'll move it to the side-bar somewhere.

adopt your own virtual pet!

This is depressing. Fair warning.

I want to blog, but honestly, I have nothing positive to say at all. I'm sort of in a funk these days, what with the breakup, the lack of job prospects, stress over the future, exams coming up (oh but never fear, there is still ANOTHER set of exams in the spring), and everything else that's going on. I don't really know why I'm letting all this shit get to me, but I swear, it's awful.

I need to go to the gym, get back to eating healthy and taking care of myself, get back on some sort of reasonable sleep schedule, and start being on top of stuff again. It is very unlike me to let things slide, but I've just been feeling really, well, creepy...for lack of a better word.

It's extremely hard (for me at least), to not know where I'll be living after the bar exam, to not feel like I can get close to people because I'll probably have to move away (I've moved about 20 times already, I'd really like to make some permanent friends!), and to really WANT to have someone in my life romantically, but to not feel like I can even go out and try to meet people because why bother when I'll probably just be moving in a couple months...there's no point in even going there. I'm 31 years old, I'm funny and nice and want more than anything to be in a *healthy* relationship with someone who appreciates me and what I could bring to thier life, but I'm starting to think I'm going to be alone forever. Well, maybe I'll have cats. But, of course, I can't get a damn cat because I might have to move.

See how my life is not conducive to making me feel happy? I feel very lonely. My friends have been great, are being great, but I know that when I sit on the couch on Saturday night alone, and I think to myself "He's sitting on his couch alone too!" it will be SO HARD not to call and say "Hey, we're both sitting around alone, let's sit around together." And if I do that then what I'll be back in is a relationship that is going nowhere, with a guy that isn't right for me, because I couldn't resist the lure of temporary comfort and having a warm body around. I never, ever dreamed it would be this hard for me to resist that, even knowing all I do about this person and our lack of long-term compatibility...I'm shocked. I must have been so lonely for so long, and I had just stopped feeling it, and then someone came along and at least partially filled up that space I had, and now the empty space is all I can think about. It's horrible.

I really want to feel better. Soon.

Semi-drunk posting

Well, two pitchers of beer, four hours of crying, and here's what I got out of it.

Guacamole Kid: "See, the thing is E. Spat, you've been in the desert for so long that you're willing to drink any water you can find."

Me: "Holy shit. At this point I think we should all admit I'm pretty much drinking my own pee. WHAT? It's sterile and it tastes good!"

GK: "Heh. God, I love Dodgeball."

Me: "Me too, but not sure it should be providing the theme for my lovelife."

UPDATE: Nobody makes me bleed my own blood. NOBODY!

Oh sh*t!

Let me just tell you that NOTHING, and I mean NOTHING, strikes fear into my heart faster than the following phone call:

Mom: "Hi, I just wanted to ask you a quick question"

Me: "Uh-huh"

Mom: "Well, after you left yesterday I noticed you had left a lot of stuff on the computer and I just wanted to know if I should save it or get rid of it or ???"

Me: "STUFF?! WHAT STUFF??!! I mean, exactly what stuff?"

Mom: "Oh, I don't know, just some things you were working on I guess. Like written stuff. Wait, I'll go back and read it to you."

Me: "NO. No. No, that's OK. Just delete it, whatever it is I don't need it. No worries."

Mom: "Oh, OK. Well, I just wanted to make sure."

Me: "Yeah, I'm sure I don't need it. Just delete whatever it is."

Crap. I think it was just school work, but I am SO CAREFUL to delete all blog things while I'm home, I even use Mozilla to browse since they don't even know what it is and I can just delete all the data every time I use it, which might make them suspicious on Explorer. Damn though, that's a close call. Let's just say that this blog would NOT go over well with the folks. Nope. Not one bit.

In other, slightly less dramatic news, I am WAY behind in Tax, as always, and my apartment looks like fifteen nuclear warheads were detonated in it. My parent's washing machine was broken while I was there so ALL the dirty clothes I took with me came back with me and now I get to look forward to spending all night tonight doing that. Woohoo!

I talked to the recently ex-d ex last night and I think it was good. It was difficult to tell him that no matter how much he begs, admits he was wrong, or promises it will be better this time that I just can't get back together with him because it's not right for either one of us. In the end we had a good talk and agreed that everything was cool the way it is. I'm feeling very positive about the outcome for now.

My name is John Johnson but everyone here calls me Vicki.

Tomorrow morning I leave to go back to the TVPNM, back to law school, back to trying to find a job...in other words, back to the grind. It's been awesome being home. Money, gifts, food, walking the dog, sympathy, empathy, family time...seriously, my parents are so freaking cool.

I've spent ALOT of time processing the breakup and I think that, although I still have a few lingering doubts, I'm pretty much happy with how everything has turned out, and I'm accepting the stuff I can't change, to borrow a phrase. I don't know why I would have any doubts at all, since, as several people have pointed out, this is not a person or a relationship that I need to really spend a lot of time mourning. But I feel very deeply for people who I choose to let into my life, and sometimes you get people in your life and when they leave, for whatever reason, you wonder if you fulfilled the entire purpose of why they were brought to you. Like, I wonder sometimes if the Universe places certain things in your path to teach a specific lesson, and when my heart really has a hard time (a harder time than seems warranted) understanding something or some situation, I try really hard to make sure I'm getting the lesson. I think in this case there were a couple of pretty big lessons that I needed to learn, even if from what was only a short relationship. So, overall, I'm not glad that it seemed to hurt sometimes inordinately badly, but I think I'm starting to get some things I needed to get. Go me!

Anyway. Tomorrow morning I head back. Back to Tax homework, arguing a motion in Trial Ad on Wednesday night and preparing for our bench trial in two weeks, getting ready for the MPRE (am I registered for Bar/Bri review or not? why can't they make my life easier instead of harder?), and GASP, getting ready for finals. Again. Sigh. I signed up for classes for my LAST QUARTER OF LAW SCHOOL today.

Trial Ad (next quarter will focus on a mock criminal trial with all the bells and whistles)
Animal Law
Business Organizations
International Humanitarian Law (taught outside the law school as an international studies course by a retired Colonel. if I don't get an A++ you should all run and hide, because obviously the world is coming to an end.)

I can't believe it's nearly over. Wow.

I am also STILL waiting to hear on the job I THIRD INTERVIEWED for two weeks ago. The job that originally promised to let me know by the END OF DECEMBER. The job where my good friend is the only other person in the running. We're both on the edge of our seats, and the waiting is making us crazy. We have an agreement that whoever gets the job has to take the other one out drunking, so I'd like to find out if for no other reason than to go on a nice satisfying bender. After the couple of weeks I've had...I think I deserve it.

Like a v-ir-ir-irgin

Last night I drank beer in front of my parents for the very first time. I'm 31 years old and they have never seen me drink. We went to pizza with my uncle and Grandpa Spatula, and my uncle bought a pitcher and I had an ENTIRE glass of beer, RIGHT IN FRONT of my mom and dad.

This is a big moment for me. My parents do not drink. At all. Ever. I don't know that they're morally opposed since I know for a fact my dad used to get wasted when he was a young Air Force officer (and have pic's to prove it), but since they had me they just never drank anymore...didn't want to be a bad influence I guess. Plus, my dad is far too huge of a health nut to go there...all those dirty calories...he'd have to ride an extra 10 miles a day on his bike.

Anyway, I don't think I'm going to start telling them tales of my wild carousing or anything (such as it is, which is to say, there's not much to tell), but I feel like I took a giant leap into adulthood.

Home again, home again.

Well, I made it in one piece. Through the mountains. In a snowstorm. Awesome! OK, it only left like a half inch of snow, but whatever. When I got up this morning the ground was covered in snow and it was beautiful...I heart snow.

My dad is EXTREMELY happy about the cupcakes I brought...he's hoarding them like water after the apocalypse. My parents gave me an INSANE amount of money for Valentine's Day...I mean, like, crazy money considering I usually get a $10 bill in a card. So, I'm going shopping this afternoon. New earrings are just the thing to make a girl feel better!

They just got a brand new computer system, so blogging is going to be MUCH more difficult while I'm here, because my dad hovers even more than usual, and I had to download Firefox in order to have a separate browser so I don't have to delete their entire Explorer cache every time I go online and hit a blog, or Blogger. Plus, I think we're going out of town for at least one day, so I think I'll be out of the loop for awhile.

Anyway, I hope everyone has a fantastic long weekend (if you're getting one), and I will be back whenever the opportunity arises.

Thinkin' like a lawyer

I still have no idea what it means when people say law school is supposed to teach me to "think like a lawyer." Every lawyer I have met thinks differently, and I certainly think pretty much the same way now as when I got here. My personal opinion is that perhaps you can only be brainwashed effectively once in your life, and I used up mine in the Air Force.

At any rate, I have been working on this stupid motion in limine for my PASS/FAIL Trial Advocacy class...and here's where I start thinking like myself, lawyer or not.

It's a Pass/Fail class.

I've already put in over ONE ENTIRE HOUR.

I can't find a good case and I don't understand the Evidence rules and it doesn't seem like I'm going to learn them by tomorrow.

I can easily write a policy argument that is persuasive.

The issue is one we are 99% likely to lose on anyway.

It's a Pass/Fail class.

It's a class.

The client isn't real.

Ten minutes of my time + One policy argument = I'm 2/3 of the way done with my motion.

Thinking like a lawyer baby...that's where it's at.