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Showing posts with label law school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label law school. Show all posts
January 9, 2009
June 30, 2008
Intentional killing committed after adequate provocation, like against the bar examiners
S's away message: slapping a horse on the ass is battery against the rider.
me: how bout if i slap your mom and she's holding your hand?
S: i think that's tantamount to someone slapping your ass when i'm holding your (hand)
me: HAHHA. i was gonna say, i think we're moving too fast
S: yeah english grammar gets me in trouble
me: don't worry. i won't batter you for it.
It's worse than 1L year; worse than hours of editing for the journal; it's the bar exam... and we're all going a little... crazy.
me: how bout if i slap your mom and she's holding your hand?
S: i think that's tantamount to someone slapping your ass when i'm holding your (hand)
me: HAHHA. i was gonna say, i think we're moving too fast
S: yeah english grammar gets me in trouble
me: don't worry. i won't batter you for it.
It's worse than 1L year; worse than hours of editing for the journal; it's the bar exam... and we're all going a little... crazy.
April 18, 2008
never no more
wednesday, april 16, 2008:
last day of law school.
last day of socratic method.
possibly my last day of being formally educated.
wow.
i'm all done, coming undone, and feeling... accomplished.
i
am
a
LAWYER!
dude.
last day of law school.
last day of socratic method.
possibly my last day of being formally educated.
wow.
i'm all done, coming undone, and feeling... accomplished.
i
am
a
LAWYER!
dude.
August 31, 2006
what's your greatest weakness?
i
cannot wait
to be done
INTERVIEWING.
schmoozing and boozing for four full days is exhausting. and i haven't even started school yet... speaking of school, i know i said i'd blog about this but most of you already know that i'm back in michigan. came back to michigan. here in michigan. at michigan law. surprise!... or something. whatev. you already know.
it was scary, and for a while i thought i made the wrong decision, but things are pretty much wonderful here. i love my place, love my roommate, and really like all the students i've met. i miss my chapel thrillians, but it's good to be home.
i don't really have much to say about it right now. everything happened so fast, but for those of you out in nc or d.c. or just not in a deuce, know that i'm well and that i miss you lots.
i'll be out in chicago this weekend having some fun before classes start up again, but i'll be out in ny and chicago almost every weekend this and next month to play with you all during callbacks. so call me. we'll coordinate.
life is crazy. but good. crazy good...
cannot wait
to be done
INTERVIEWING.
schmoozing and boozing for four full days is exhausting. and i haven't even started school yet... speaking of school, i know i said i'd blog about this but most of you already know that i'm back in michigan. came back to michigan. here in michigan. at michigan law. surprise!... or something. whatev. you already know.
it was scary, and for a while i thought i made the wrong decision, but things are pretty much wonderful here. i love my place, love my roommate, and really like all the students i've met. i miss my chapel thrillians, but it's good to be home.
i don't really have much to say about it right now. everything happened so fast, but for those of you out in nc or d.c. or just not in a deuce, know that i'm well and that i miss you lots.
i'll be out in chicago this weekend having some fun before classes start up again, but i'll be out in ny and chicago almost every weekend this and next month to play with you all during callbacks. so call me. we'll coordinate.
life is crazy. but good. crazy good...
February 7, 2006
asian flush
ever do anything and realize - as you're doing it - that you shouldn't be? yup. did that today. it sucks.
story: so i hear singing from where i'm eating lunch with friends. "where is that coming from?" we ask, as we make our way over to the rotunda. "hey look! they're singing the anthem for a competition. you should do it, avani."
"no... really?"
"yeah! do it!"
"um, okay!" (this is where the mistake started)
i don't warm up. i've been eating yogurt and drinking milk all morning. and by the time i'm infront of the mic i realize this might not be a good idea, seeing as this is no regular audience - it's LAW students (also known as i-know-these-people-and-have-to-see-them-on-a-daily-basis, kill me now).
i know. i'm a singer. i've sung on live tv for the pistons, for the president of the university, for 4,000 people at my dream venue. i rock. go me. but the thing is, singing infront of people i actually know (and kind of, um, mostly dislike) makes me more nervous than ANYTHING. this i know. this i failed to think about.
my little greenies are shaking their heads: "you should've known." let me explain: every greenie knows that at some point at every musical retreat, there is a solo workshop. now for those of you that have been in a group of 15 of the most talented people you've ever known, you KNOW that singing infront of them (not to be confused with performing) is a significantly daunting task. members, all of us frequent public singers, dwell over musical retreat night. we spend days trying to figure out what song we're going to sing - how we're going to sing it. why? well, it's the idea of being judged. yes yes... your voice will inevitably be judged by people at any performance, but the thing is, they don't know you. hell, you may never see them again. so you go nuts with the vocal acrobatics, you have a little fun. you get down and dirty and sing your little heart out. it's a fucking rush. but singing infront of your greenies - now that's like taking a public shit. at these solo workshops, i have witnessed greenies fall apart. they forget words, or shake uncontrollably; sweat drips down their faces; they turn red and end up singing with their backs to the group. you'd never believe these are the same 15 people who you've watched belt out songs for hundreds of students, all the while jumping off stage and dancing with audience members. yeah. vocal performers - we'll do anything for a hype crowd.
so if singing infront of my 15 friends makes me want to die, imagine me singing infront of my law school, remembering that law students = evil spawn. i don't know WHAT i was thinking. i looked out, starting singing, and immediately wanted to kill myself.
see how it was a mistake?
"i can ... see all of them... it is not dark... i'm not on stage... this is really... lame. oh my gosh i feel silly." everywhere i looked, there was evil spawn. i was surrounded.
i did not sweat. i certainly did not turn around. but i did shake, inside out. my hands shook, so my voice shook. i somehow kept singing, though it came out a little... funny. *sigh*
so anyways, there are two morals to this story:
1) law students = evil spawn, and
2) think before you act (this is clearly the more profound one)
silly me.
story: so i hear singing from where i'm eating lunch with friends. "where is that coming from?" we ask, as we make our way over to the rotunda. "hey look! they're singing the anthem for a competition. you should do it, avani."
"no... really?"
"yeah! do it!"
"um, okay!" (this is where the mistake started)
i don't warm up. i've been eating yogurt and drinking milk all morning. and by the time i'm infront of the mic i realize this might not be a good idea, seeing as this is no regular audience - it's LAW students (also known as i-know-these-people-and-have-to-see-them-on-a-daily-basis, kill me now).
i know. i'm a singer. i've sung on live tv for the pistons, for the president of the university, for 4,000 people at my dream venue. i rock. go me. but the thing is, singing infront of people i actually know (and kind of, um, mostly dislike) makes me more nervous than ANYTHING. this i know. this i failed to think about.
my little greenies are shaking their heads: "you should've known." let me explain: every greenie knows that at some point at every musical retreat, there is a solo workshop. now for those of you that have been in a group of 15 of the most talented people you've ever known, you KNOW that singing infront of them (not to be confused with performing) is a significantly daunting task. members, all of us frequent public singers, dwell over musical retreat night. we spend days trying to figure out what song we're going to sing - how we're going to sing it. why? well, it's the idea of being judged. yes yes... your voice will inevitably be judged by people at any performance, but the thing is, they don't know you. hell, you may never see them again. so you go nuts with the vocal acrobatics, you have a little fun. you get down and dirty and sing your little heart out. it's a fucking rush. but singing infront of your greenies - now that's like taking a public shit. at these solo workshops, i have witnessed greenies fall apart. they forget words, or shake uncontrollably; sweat drips down their faces; they turn red and end up singing with their backs to the group. you'd never believe these are the same 15 people who you've watched belt out songs for hundreds of students, all the while jumping off stage and dancing with audience members. yeah. vocal performers - we'll do anything for a hype crowd.
so if singing infront of my 15 friends makes me want to die, imagine me singing infront of my law school, remembering that law students = evil spawn. i don't know WHAT i was thinking. i looked out, starting singing, and immediately wanted to kill myself.
see how it was a mistake?
"i can ... see all of them... it is not dark... i'm not on stage... this is really... lame. oh my gosh i feel silly." everywhere i looked, there was evil spawn. i was surrounded.
i did not sweat. i certainly did not turn around. but i did shake, inside out. my hands shook, so my voice shook. i somehow kept singing, though it came out a little... funny. *sigh*
so anyways, there are two morals to this story:
1) law students = evil spawn, and
2) think before you act (this is clearly the more profound one)
silly me.
December 17, 2005
snack attack
ok, like, guess what. i'm sitting on the couch infront of the fire watching home alone. my parents are across the street having dinner at the oh's, my sister's getting ready for her hot date with the hot filipino, and my friend is coming over with thai food. life is so f'ing good right now. UH!
the semester? well, law school is an awful thing. nobody actually cares about the doctrine of worthier title or the rule 20 gap. no one normal at least. but it's over and my friends at school had just as awful as a time i did studying so at least i could drag them down with me. my sister visited over thanksgiving between her rotations, chris visited twice, and sorum's coming in january. and thanks for all the cards, friends. they were much needed.
i am so happy to be home. so far, i've only visited sarah and her swollen belly. i can't believe i'm gonna be auntie avani to another baby - i am so excited. i'll be in a2 on monday so i'll see the rest of you creeps then. and let's not even talk about how excited i am about new year's. until then, i'll be spending a lot of time watching the whole first season of lost with chris in troy.
YES!
will call soon! happy christmaka!
the semester? well, law school is an awful thing. nobody actually cares about the doctrine of worthier title or the rule 20 gap. no one normal at least. but it's over and my friends at school had just as awful as a time i did studying so at least i could drag them down with me. my sister visited over thanksgiving between her rotations, chris visited twice, and sorum's coming in january. and thanks for all the cards, friends. they were much needed.
i am so happy to be home. so far, i've only visited sarah and her swollen belly. i can't believe i'm gonna be auntie avani to another baby - i am so excited. i'll be in a2 on monday so i'll see the rest of you creeps then. and let's not even talk about how excited i am about new year's. until then, i'll be spending a lot of time watching the whole first season of lost with chris in troy.
YES!
will call soon! happy christmaka!
November 18, 2005
what is a bojangle? how 'bout them bojangles? to bojangle or not to bojangle? - a response to the seething questions of a yankee - by jason idilbi
1. bojangle
v. to steal, acquire, pilfer, snatch, swipe, or otherwise take subversively.
That guy bojangled my wallet!
2. bojangle
a. to chill on the blunt instead of passing it.
He's bojangling on that - think he hit it like 6 times already.
b. to do nothing
You bojangle around your house instead of going out and partying.
3. bojangle
v. When people say they're gonna do something and don't. Maybe also be used as a noun where someone is a known "bojangler." Origin: Northern Virginia.
It was supposed to be a huge party but everyone bojangled so it was just the three of us.
4. bojangle
one who is very brown (such as Avani!)
that kid was very bojangles!
5. bojangle
to jingle the balls while giving head.
dat bitch was bojangle for hours and it felt so good.
6. Bojangles
A tasty Southern restaurant serving delicious Sweet Tea and homemade biscuits.
v. to steal, acquire, pilfer, snatch, swipe, or otherwise take subversively.
That guy bojangled my wallet!
2. bojangle
a. to chill on the blunt instead of passing it.
He's bojangling on that - think he hit it like 6 times already.
b. to do nothing
You bojangle around your house instead of going out and partying.
3. bojangle
v. When people say they're gonna do something and don't. Maybe also be used as a noun where someone is a known "bojangler." Origin: Northern Virginia.
It was supposed to be a huge party but everyone bojangled so it was just the three of us.
4. bojangle
one who is very brown (such as Avani!)
that kid was very bojangles!
5. bojangle
to jingle the balls while giving head.
dat bitch was bojangle for hours and it felt so good.
6. Bojangles
A tasty Southern restaurant serving delicious Sweet Tea and homemade biscuits.
November 16, 2005
November 7, 2005
back to life. back to reality.
you all know that the last two weeks of my life have sucked harder than a tootsie roll pop... worst shit ever. and, as a result, i'm so behind in school i should drop out. you all know this - no need to hash it out. "blah blah... life sucks... school is hard..."
last saturday though, i went out of town to a diwali party at my roommate's house. my roommate, some friends of ours, and myself all drove to her family's house, got all dressed up, and celebrated the indian new year at the local country club. though i had a great time, i must admit that i thought about how far behind i was in school and how crazy my life has been the last few weeks a couple of times that night. i remember thinking to myself, "monday is going to be awful."
the thing is, around 11:45pm that night, while dancing with my friends on the dance floor, a man at the party collapsed and suffered a massive heart attack. the music stopped and the doctors at the scene started cpr while the rest of us watched quietly, waiting for the ambulance. by the time the ems came, the man had been aspirated for at least 5 minutes from the vomit that had blocked his lungs, and when they took him away in the ambulance, the whole room seemed to be in collective prayer.
when i think about everything going on in my life right now, i can't help but feel a little foolish. school and relationships, jobs and friends - all the drama we have in our lives seems insignificant in the scope of it all. i guess what i'm saying is that life is precious. pay attention to the little things. be caring. call your family. listen to your friends. recognize the people that love you and let nothing else matter but loving them back. because when it's all said and done, those are the only things that you'll be thinking about and that is what makes life a success.
last saturday though, i went out of town to a diwali party at my roommate's house. my roommate, some friends of ours, and myself all drove to her family's house, got all dressed up, and celebrated the indian new year at the local country club. though i had a great time, i must admit that i thought about how far behind i was in school and how crazy my life has been the last few weeks a couple of times that night. i remember thinking to myself, "monday is going to be awful."
the thing is, around 11:45pm that night, while dancing with my friends on the dance floor, a man at the party collapsed and suffered a massive heart attack. the music stopped and the doctors at the scene started cpr while the rest of us watched quietly, waiting for the ambulance. by the time the ems came, the man had been aspirated for at least 5 minutes from the vomit that had blocked his lungs, and when they took him away in the ambulance, the whole room seemed to be in collective prayer.
when i think about everything going on in my life right now, i can't help but feel a little foolish. school and relationships, jobs and friends - all the drama we have in our lives seems insignificant in the scope of it all. i guess what i'm saying is that life is precious. pay attention to the little things. be caring. call your family. listen to your friends. recognize the people that love you and let nothing else matter but loving them back. because when it's all said and done, those are the only things that you'll be thinking about and that is what makes life a success.
October 6, 2005
the tanning bed factor
sorry. i've been studying. though senator john edwards sometimes ends up in the middle of our law school.
weird.
did i mention he's like, freakishly good looking up close? it's like his face is airbrushed in real life.
that's all for now. back to being tortious...
weird.
did i mention he's like, freakishly good looking up close? it's like his face is airbrushed in real life.
that's all for now. back to being tortious...
September 2, 2005
i should've gone to med school
sorry i've missed most of your calls or not called you back, but as it turns out, law school is no joke. it's only been one week, but all i do is read and brief, read and brief. so don't feel bad - it's not you. i'm really not calling anyone.
will call soon. i promise.
will call soon. i promise.
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