Today I applied for jobs. I wrote cover letters, updated my resume, stalked employers.
And you know what that means I didn’t do?
Vaguely I realize I need to read The Prince for class (and discussion groups!) Monday, finish giving feedback on the law review article I was assigned, track down my group-mates for the project we have Tuesday, actually do the readings for the project we have Tuesday, read for Crim Pro, and…oh yeah, I made a pact with myself at the beginnign of the semester to review my notes from each class at the end of the week so I am not re-learning everything come finals. And hey, if I had a few extra hours to put in at work this weekend, they could use it.
And don’t I have a blog post to write…? Preferably before 11 pm? (Too late.)
But instead today I applied to jobs. And I took my sister grocery shopping. And I didn’t do laundry so at some point tomorrow I am going to need to figure that out.
My schedule always looks so good on paper. I think to myself ‘why don’t you have more time?’
This is why.
I forget important things like “oh yeah, I need to figure out post-grad employment.” (For the record, I’m way more calm about this than the professor I TA for, who asked me on Wednesday if I still had hope of finding a job. Eek. I hope so.)
The longer I live away from my home town, the more unlikely this is, but I sometimes think the librarians back home know when finals end for me.
Like, the ground starts rumbling.
And tremors and shaking begin.
And somewhere in my home town, one of the librarians turns to the other librarian and is like, “Ah, Amy’s coming back.”
At least that is what I imagine happens when they see I’ve put 40 books on hold in one morning.
It is official: 24 hour finals are truly terrible things.
It is not that the exam itself “takes” 24 hour. There are not 1400 short answer questions or anything. It is just that it is hard and so you spend the whole 24 hours second-guessing the answer you put down because it does not feel like enough.
From start to finish, I took 21 hours but that does include 9 hours of sleep.
But it is finished and I am halfway through 3L year!
Sort of. I kid you not, just as I clicked “upload” on my exam I got an e-mail from the professor I TA for asking where I was at with grading the students’ finals because they are due ASAP.
No rest for the wicked.
I recently gave a law school bound college student a piece of advice I am bad at following: I told him to make sure he finds non-law school friends.
I actually have quite a few non-law school friends. (And arguably very few law school friends at the school with me!) But I have not developed a consistent network of “in real life” friends here in Madison. So if I know you here, you’re probably connected to the law school…somehow.
Some old AFP co-workers invited me to a belated “friendsgiving” tonight. It sounded rather awkward as I did not know who the host would be or who else was invited. But after a day spent helping undergrads prep for the final Saturday…I jumped at the chance of being around ‘adults.’
Or at least non-students.
And I sure am glad I went. Most, but not all, of the people present worked in politics. But I was the only student. It was fun. It was casual. And most of all, it was a refreshing reminder about how normal people my age live and talk.
So I guess if I was giving advice to that same student, I’d tweak what I say. Instead of non-law school friends, I’d clarify…in real life non-students. Preferably ones your age. Because even you cannot be all law all the time.
I just finished my second final: an 8-hour Immigration Law take home.
Am currently surviving on law school memes and V8 Energy Drinks.
Only one final left: a 24 hour Evidence exam. That is all that stands between me and Christmas break.
Well, that and class tomorrow, reading the book for class tomorrow, four discussion groups, proctoring an exam, grading said exam, and cleaning this apartment.
Can we all just agree that math doesn’t belong in law school? There is a reason we’re all law students and not engineers. (Okay, some engineers do go to law school, but they’re all going to be patent lawyers and are their own, odd breed.)
For the rest of us….math is just torture. My final today had math on it. It was a multiple choice exam and I’d faithfully plug the equation into my calculator and get an answer that did not resemble any of the options.
Which is basically what I spent 2.5 hours doing.
But at least I had a vague understanding of what was going on. I exited the final and asked someone who took it with me how he thought he did with the equations. He looked startled and went, “What equations?!”