Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Music: Carbon Leaf - What About Everything?
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I did it. I defeated unemployment. I have a job! And a good one. Starting soon I'll be kind of a fake paralegal for a small practice's Dover branch. I'll finally get to start using my spanish again while seeing exactly what a law office does from the inside. I get the impression that the woman I'll be working for makes kind of a habit of hiring young women who hope to someday go to law school but are taking the time to earn a little money first. Nice to know.

On top of this, I've been studying my ass off for this LSAT class. I'm going above and beyond the requirements for the course and doing absolutely everything the syllabus suggests. As far as I'm concerned, the LSAT nothing more than a barrier. A nuisence that I need to get around to get where I need to be. It's not a test of whether or not I should be going to law school. I know I belong in law school. The LSAT is just trying to stop me. When the diagnostic test indicated that 10 additional hours a week of study outside class wouldn't be enough to get the score I want, that was just another challenge.

I think I've gotten myself up to about 20 additional hours a week. I barely see people anymore and sit in my room all day on top of the headaches I'm getting, but this is what I have to do.

I'm serious about this. For some reason, a lot of people have gotten the impression I'm a flake (my parents among them). People pass judgement when they can't see you working. All they see is that I'm in my room all day and they assume that I'm slacking off. I'm pretty sure people back at Bucknell were under the impression that I never worked too. Is it because I'm too calm or something? I don't talk about schoolwork because, well...it's a dull topic of conversation and why would my friends care about all the government documents I'd just finshed paraphrasing for a paper. I'm also organized enough that I can postpone certain work in favor of hanging out whithout falling behind. Basically, by having my shit together I think I gave everyone the impression that I'm a fucking debacle of a person.

Now, if you'll please excuse me, I have the next two and a half hours blocked off for study and may need an extra half an hour to get pizza before people come over to visit
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