Over the years I have managed to collect a few…hundred…possibly a thousand books. Almost all of them remain carefully boxed up in my parents’ basement until the glorious day when I will have space for them. Alas, my apartment, though spacious, does not contain room enough for them all. It occurred to me, however, that my bookshelf would benefit from my copy of The Federalist Papers. I ventured into the basement to find it.
This task, though Herculean, should not have been too complicated. Over the years I’ve packed and re-packed the books based on category. I have a “classics” box (or two.) A “politics” box (or three). A “want to read in the near-ish future” box. A “used to be in the want to read box but now read” box.
I decided I would have packed The Federalist Papers in a politics box. Unfortunately, my boxes do not sit neatly on a shelf. I pulled out boxes of old school supplies, chair cushions, and Legos in my hunt for my politics boxes. Alas, even after that workout, The Federalist Papers was nowhere to be found. Nor was it in the Want To Read box.
It took me an hour of hunting before I finally found it in the Classics box next to my copy of Frankenstein and The Complete Works of William Shakespeare.
On the bright side, in the process of looking for 1 book, I found 11 others that my bookshelf absolutely needs!
5 e-mails. They stare at me, filling me with an unnamed dread. Unnamed and unnecessary, really, because they are just e-mails. But they are e-mails I have been ignoring and so I feel guilty about ignoring them.
But not guilty enough to want to actually answer. And what are these anxiety-inducing e-mails about?
Nothing of importance. Fall plans. Follow-up questions. Speaker-arrangements. The details of life. But answering them means I am back, back, back. My lovely summer is over. Time to be responsible again.
I whined enough about turning into a student again. Why do I turn around and whine about going back to adult things? I feel like this dichotomy of Student and Adult creates most of the conflict in my life and 95% is all in my head.
Today marks my last Monday at Young Life. I will miss it here. I plan to write out a more thorough post at a later time. For now, I just feel a sense of sadness that my summer is coming to a close. It has been a lovely summer full of fun and fulfillment. Mondays don’t feel like Mondays. I’m always eager to get back to work.
But I guess all good things come to an end. After all, new blessings cannot enter your life if you cling to the old.
I’m so grateful for this summer!
Exactly half a year ago, I was sitting between classes trying to find a Thai language app. I figured it was good to get a jump on it what with my new found interest in Thailand.
Unfortunately, I did not find one. I did notice that Duolingo finally had Korean, though. So I started there.
Today marks 180 days of doing Korean for ten minutes a day! I don’t actually know if I am learning anything, but it is fun.
I have spent a lot of time this summer reading cases about religious liberty and the role of the First Amendment. Some rulings I agree with; others I strongly do not. The best feeling in the world, however, is reading a case I adamantly disagree with, noticing the year, and realizing Justice Scalia was on the court. His dissents are the best. Just take this line (internal citations removed):
“Our cases in no way imply that the Establishment Clause forbids legislators merely to act upon their religious convictions. We surely would not strike down a law providing money to feed the hungry or shelter the homeless if it could be demonstrated that, but for the religious beliefs of the legislators, the funds would not have been approved. Also, political activism by the religiously motivated is part of our heritage. Notwithstanding the majority’s implication to the contrary, we do not presume that the sole purpose of a law is to advance religion merely because it was supported strongly by organized religions or by adherents of particular faiths. To do so would deprive religious men and women of their right to participate in the political process. Today’s religious activism may give us the Balanced Treatment Act, but yesterday’s resulted in the abolition of slavery, and tomorrow’s may bring relief for famine victims.”
Edwards v. Aguillard, 482 U.S. 578, 615 (1987).
Guess where I was tonight? Yeah, I guess the title gave it away. THE SUPREME COURT.
The Federalist Society held an event there tonight. Justice Alito was in attendance, though I did not get a picture with him. I did grab one with Scalia. Doesn’t he look thrilled?
More than the location, it was truly cool to be in the room with so many Fed Soc presidents from across the country. Talk about future leaders.
Wisconsin had a nice showing!
Truly a fabulous evening to a wonderful day.
“Have fun this weekend!” says my fellow intern.
“I will!” I say. “But first I need to figure out how to take off my intern hat and put on my adult hat!”
She looks bemused and I mentally kick myself. Of course an intern can be an adult. She is an adult. I am an adult, regardless of title. But it feels different.
This weekend I am headed to Washington D.C. to attend the Federalist Society Student Leadership Conference. I am thrilled for the opportunity and all the people I will get to meet.
Yet if I am honest, I can’t help contrasting this trip with many other visits to D.C. And I feel much less adult.
It is silly, stupid things that aren’t worth listing, but it all comes down to the contrast of traveling for work and traveling as a student to a student conference. The last time I traveled as a student was the summer 2014. In hard numbers, not that long ago. In Amy’s lifetime, forever.
While a poignant contrast for me, this feeling probably isn’t much more much than pre-travel angst. This weekend will be awesome!