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Things that Keep Me “Sane” During Finals

28 Apr

Well, finals season is here again.

Here are some of the things that I’ve come to rely on for inspiration, motivation, and pure lustification. AKA the finer things of life.

These pretty pinatas from Confetti Systems make me want to redo my entire wedding using only confetti, metallics, sequins, and mylar pinatas. I would require all my guests to adhere to a strict dress code of all of the above.

These beauties encourage me to study harder because I tell myself, “Hannah, if you don’t memorize all 47 pages of class outline, 300 note cards, and 15 pages of graphs for Constitutional Law, you’ll never be rich enough to spend $150 on a gold, diamond pinata filled with confetti.”

Who doesn’t want to make mini-waffle furniture molds? I warned my mom last semester that if I wasn’t in law school, I could envision myself building a custom mid-century modern doll house. It scared both of us, so I haven’t brought it up since. But then Pinterest goes and flaunts these mini molds and the  small corner of my brain that wants to create a doll house floods into the entirety of my brain reserved for memorizing substantive due process and Commerce Clause scenarios. Um, can you say mid-century modern EDIBLE doll house?

And lastly, I am on a mission to collect every animal print blouse ever manufactured. I have to specify “blouse” because they must exude a higher level of maturity than any plain ole’ playful character tee. So, animal=animal silhouette. Gotta keep it classy.

Here’s what I mean:

Elephant print  blouse via ASOS.

Dog print blouse via Old Navy.

Horse print blouse via South Moon Under.

If you’re’ thinking, “WOW, all these blouses look the same” you might be right. But I don’t care!!!

The formula for these shirts= chiffon, silk, or polyester+ironic animal+ repeat ironic animal silhouette across entire fabric + vary color.

To even locate these shirts, all I did was think of  cutesy animal (ie: elephant) and type “elephant print blouse” or “horse print blouse.”

So far, I own a cat print and a swan print.

If someone offered me the choice between a 4.0 this semester or the opportunity to wear a new animal print blouse every day for as long as I so please, I might just take the animal print.

I survived my oral argument and lived to see another day

5 Apr

Yes, that happened today. Next, a fancy pants law firm in Jackson will host a competition between the top 15 hand-selected 1L oral arguers. There is fame and fortune to be had for the top contenders. In addition to the ca$h money awarded, the top four are invited to join moot court.

Overall, it was a sufficiently humiliating. Throughout your argument the judges intervene with interrogating questions  and provide a lengthy, lengthy critique afterwards.

They complimented me on my vocabulary and natural public speaking voice, but apparently I fidget and look highly uncomfortable. Um, yeah. Sounds pretty accurate to me.

But as Dalaney always reminds me when I’m feeling insecure, at least I’m good at Scramble.

Oh, and this happened. The planning of fall 2012.

Family Law, Evidence, Wills & Estates, and Corporations.

I still need one more class but I’m on the wait-list for Civil Procedure II.

You would have thought it was New Year’s Eve the way we sat next to our computers, counting down the seconds until the clock struck 12. And, literally, my computer froze for maybe 20 seconds and bam! the class vultures swooped in and commandeered every seat. I don’t want to devolve too much online, in fear of someone planning a burglary while we’re MIA studying the law, but I will say there’s a high probability that Dalaney and I will be taking all the same classes.

It’s official. We’re butt stuck. Or just in love. I’m not sure which.

May it please the court, your Honor

29 Mar

Whoa, buddy that’s one big, hot picture.

Yesterday signaled the beginning of oral arguments, the pinnacle moment of many 1L’s first year. The sole reason they came to law school: to argue in public.

For the other half of the class, we’re just plain terrified.

Counselor Dalaney approached the judges today, and I tried to fulfill the role of proud-supportive-wife-of-a-handsome-law-student.  He looked so darling on the Vespa that I couldn’t help but snap away. Plus, he totally rocked his argument.

Although I was barred from watching, I told him I felt like his fraternal twin. His pain was my pain. His aches, my aches. His woes, my woes. As for me, I’m scheduled to go next Wednesday. So, yes, I’m left feeling this pain all weekend long.

And so far, the only thing I can really focus on is what to wear…