Professor Glannon, I am your father...
IM conversation from earlier today
Friend of Lioness (12:25:23 PM): Can I bring Glannon to the Civ Pro final?
Lioness (12:25:41 PM): i don't think so
Lioness (12:25:54 PM): she said something about only works of your personal creation
Friend of Lioness (12:26:05 PM): no, I meant can I bring Professor Glannon?
Lioness (12:26:18 PM): haha
Lioness (12:26:20 PM): yeah, that should be fine.
Friend of Lioness (12:26:17 PM): ok, good.
Labels: finals
The Effects of Finals
I don't really have the time/energy/desire to write out a whole interesting post, but I did want to relay a few of the things that I've found humorous so far during finals:
1. While in general, I would say that the female law students at UT are a fashionable, well-groomed bunch of ladies, that certainly goes right out the window during finals. Looking around my Contracts exam, not a single girl was wearing her hair down, and I didn't spy any makeup going on either. Of course, this isn't really to say that the guys are any better. Debauchery has the commentary on the
unfortunate sweat pants trend.
2. I kid you not when I say that people had sports-taped their fingers prior to my most recent exam (which included 1.5 hours writing/prep time before we could use our computers) in order to avoid blisters. That's...um...intense.
3. I was going to make a joke about how socially-conscious it is for UT to employ the mentally disabled as proctors, but then I realized it would really be an insult to the mentally disabled to associate them with this special brand of idiots. Hey students services, here's an idea...why don't you have the proctors open Extegrity once on a computer before having them read off instructions they don't understand to others?
4. You know you are a law student dork when: you go to see Hot Fuzz with some friends, including one other law student. When at one point, the cop charges someone with "conspiracy" both you and your classmate, shove their fists in the air and shout "yesss!" because you both know that that was EXACTLY the right thing to charge.
5. There really is a darth of good post-finals drinking spots within walking distance. I mean, Crown & Anchor is great, but beer alone just isn't going to do it for me right after a final. Trudy's is more than happy to take care of the liquor (Mmm, Mexican Martinis..), but the presence of the suit-laden business lunch crowd really kills some of the fun. Cain and Abel's would be a good choice, excepts it's usually filled with undergrad frat boys. I'm thinking perhaps I'll just pack a flask for my last final....
....oh my, it really almost is my last final of my 1L year. Wow.
Labels: finals
Update on the Laptop Situation/Just call me the king
It's fixed.
$180 and three hours of work later, the WONDERFUL people at PC Guru on S. Lamar were able to figure out that the AC jack had become loose from the motherboard and fixed it. The best part: one of the dudes that work there totally looked and talked like Dumbledore.
Thanks to everyone who sent well wishes or offers to use their laptops tomorrow, times like this really make me realize how happy I am I went to a law school where people are nice and not scarily cutthroat or whatever.
On the upside, I've found my Elvis-like uppers and downers combo for finals. The upper is a venti iced coffee with two shots of espresso, low fat milk, and three sweet-n-lows (which is free thanks to the lovely Starbucks gift card my summer job sent me). The downer is a beer, three advil, and a hot bath. Sure, it's probably leading to an ulcer, but at this point, I don't really care.
Labels: finals, tech
Thought I was home free...
...but it wouldn't really be 1L year without a freakout, now would it?
Around 8:30 this evening, my laptop stopped taking a charge. Cue the GIANT FUCKING FREAKOUT.
So, I madly threw everything in a bag and hauled it into the Geek Squad guys at Best Buy. Their conclusion? The cord is fine, and my battery is fine, which means that it's the AC port--in other words, the worst possible thing it could be, since they could have fixed the other crap.
So, in tears (very rare for the Lioness....including this time, I've cried 13 times in my life that I can remember. I'm not a crier.) I called my dad who gets me numbers for the one day fix it places in Austin. So instead of studying for my crim law final tomorrow, I get to traipse around town getting my computer fixed.
Right now, its decided to take a charge again. Who knows how long that will last. In the meantime, if anyone has an extegrity-registered computer that they won't be using at 8:30 am on Wednesday, please shoot me an e-mail. I'd love to have the backup option of borrowing it.
Labels: finals, tech
A sign from the tv god
It's not that I watch a lot of tv, usually.
It's just that, when faced with the idea of watching tv, or say, memorizing the Model Penal Code, the tv wins out. I'm also lucky enough to have a tivo, so in my mind, I'm not *actually* being that bad by putting off studying to watch Gilmore Girls reruns, M*A*S*H reruns, or Law and Order: SVU reruns, because, hey, at least I'm skipping all the commercials. Who cares if I just wasted 40 minutes watching that show, really I
saved 20 minutes.
But somewhere out there, all my rationalizations fell on deaf ears, and a sign was sent down through my cable box that I need to get to work.
My cable is broken. I just have a black screen. I called the geniuses they're employing over at Time Warner, but after an hour talking to some guy whose incessant sniffing led me to believe he was on a coked out bender, there was still just a black screen. So they're sending someone out...on Friday. Which means I have a whole week without my favorite procrastination device. But don't worry about me, kids. I've already dug out the good old standby: the gameboy. Let's see the cable gods try to break that!
Labels: finals, television
Blame Canada.
Anyone who knows me well could probably tell you two things about me:
1. I really hate(d) Legal Research and Writing.
2. I really, really, really hate the band Rush.
So wouldn't it figure that the same day that I sit down to finish the torture of my final LRW memo, my downstairs neighbor would decide it's a good day to blast Rush's greatest hits album. (Why they were ever hits, or how one could describe any of it as great, is beyond me.)
Clearly, I had to take matters into my own hand before the wretched Canadian corporate rock seeped into my subconscious. So I went to my ipod....I made a quick playlist of the most annoying and un-Rush music I could think of. Then I plugged it into my speakers, turned the speakers over so that they pointed into the floor, turned the volume up and blasted Le Tigre (really annoying indie girl rock), old Nine Inch Nails, and a song from Rent into her ceiling.
At the end of the third song, I paused....
...the silence is golden. ;-)
Labels: finals, memos
Finish Line
As of 11:00 am this morning, I am finally finished with my first semester of law school. Yee-haw. Somebody put the bars on alert: section 1 plans to drink them dry tonight.
Next phase: manic grade checking. Though, let's not lie. I started doing that a few days ago.
Also, this is my 100th post. Fitting, I think.
Labels: alcohol, finals, grades
2 down. 2 to go.
Well I managed to survive my first two law school finals. Some observations:
1. The only appropriate thing to do after a final is drink. If you move on directly to studying for your next final, you will either self-combust or all your classmates will hate you. Probably both.
2. Witnessing the day before finals freakouts of various friends teaches you way more about them than you can learn through seeing and talking to them every day for a semester. Witnessing their attempts to pretend that you didn't see them freak out like scared little girls? That's just comical.
3. If you are ever "totally sure" that a certain type of question or a certain area of knowledge is going to be on the test, then it absolutely and categorically will not be on the test. Same goes for anything that was tested on any of the professor's previous exams.
4. While I can't say authoritatively until grades come out, I get the distinct feeling that grades are going to be a total crapshoot.
5. I've seen at least 100 people in this past week that I have never seen at the law school or at any law school function before in my life. They all look patronizingly carefree. I have been told these are the 3Ls who have already accepted offers. Bitches.
6. The proctors are utterly useless. And for the love of all that is holy, it doesn't take a genius to figure out that if there are two proctors, and one speaks with a heavy foreign accent, the other one should read the damn exam instructions.
7. My feelings towards extegrity can be explained
here.
8. My feelings towards finals in general can be explained
here.
Labels: finals
Good Luck!
Good luck on finals, my 1L brethren.
(Unless you're in my section. In that case, I wish no bad luck upon you, just no additional good luck. ;-))Labels: finals
Moral of the story: Never clean during finals season
The other day I thought perhaps if I cleaned my messy apartment, maybe I would be better able to focus on studying. So I started to clean, and after about 10 minutes, I found my old Gameboy.
Con Law has now taken a back seat to saving the princess.
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Black Sunday
So I am told that today is Black Sunday, the day in which everyone in law school breaks up with their significant others. The reasoning, theoretically, is that everyone had the past few days of non-law school madness to reconnect with their future-ex and inform them that a) they're no longer interested and/or b) they've been sleeping with someone else.
While that is all well and good, I think something must be wrong with my 1L class. Most people I know ended their relationships in September, not November and/or just started new relationships recently. I've also heard one 1L describe his plan for an "alternate hate-fucking relationship" aka where you hate law school so much, you find one other person who you hates law school as much as you, and you take out your anger through sex.
So to all of you breaking up today, just remember, as a lawyer, your TRUE soulmate can always be found in the bottom of a pitcher of beer. And a glass of scotch. And a shot of tequilla. Trust me.
Labels: alcohol, finals, relationships
I used to have a life. Really.
Oh little blog, has it really been nearly a week since I posted in you?
Yeah. Well....that's too bad.
I'll admit it, I'm a pretty arrogant person. So when I heard law students that came before me say "just wait till November, you'll get slammed with work," I usually thought that they were just poor planners. I was wrong. Very wrong.
With daily reading for con law soaring ever higher each week, the need for outlining and flashcarding and memorizing becoming very apparent, study group meetings that span 6-hours on the weekends, the first LR&W project that actually requires much effort due in about two weeks, the rewrite of the Torts paper looming whenever the prof decides to hand back our drafts, and now the need to research fims for the summer and get resumes and cover letters ready to go out on December 1st....I can plainly see that I was just dead wrong.
So, this is the effective announcement that now through finals, don't expect blogger brilliance from me. It's not that I don't love you all, my readers. It's just that, with whatever few spare moments I have, I love drinking more.
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