C to G

Yesterday was the first graduation meeting. We heard from the deans and received a sheet of paper with all the important dates. I have a hard time believing that law school is almost over. It has been an amazing experience. The people I've met, the professors I've had, the ideas shared and the opportunities provided. I'm still unsure what I will do when I graduate. That will come. I'm going to enjoy this last year.

Six down, two to go!

Even though I have to finish my two papers, I'm still counting this semester as "done"! And not a moment too soon. It amazes me that I have only two semesters left. This time three years ago I still floated over the fact that I had been accepted to law school and this time next year, I will graduate. I'm going to enjoy this next year.

First Day of Law School

I'm still working on my two papers. Or reworking them. I'm determined to have them finished by Tuesday.

Friday another 3E and I served as chief justices for the 1L's preparation for their moot court. Helping these first years reminded me of my first year and how it was both exhilarating and stressful most of the time.

I should have known it was going to be that way by my first day of classes.

Orientation came two days before the start of class. Free meals and encouragement made those two evenings pleasurable. Then classes started. I left work early to make sure I had plenty of time to make it to class. I had my books, laptop, new highlighters and post-it flags. Before entering the class, I stopped at the restroom. Now this building was pretty old and the bathroom definitely showed its age. I really didn't think too much about as I entered one of the stalls, closed and clicked the door lock, and did what I needed to do. After I finished, I moved the door lever to the open position but it did not move. I was stuck in the stall!

I kept moving that little lever back and forth while pulling on the stall door. The door refused to budge. I was locked in the stall. I kept at it but to no avail. I had my new suit on so crawling under the door was going to be my last option. Plus how would that look to someone coming in.
The sweats started. I dug through my purse for something to use as a tool.

There is a reason I carry a Swiss Army knife. I pulled it out and used the larger blade to slip the bar all the way to the open position. Success! Now free and thankful that no one had entered the restroom during my struggle, I headed off to class. It could only be uphill after that start.

Maturity

Spring Break ended last night which means classes resumed today. On MW I have one class that begins at 7:50. Usually I stay on campus because if I come home, I don't want to go back out. So I just try to avoid the temptation. Tonight, however, I came home, ate dinner, changed out of my work clothes and into my jeans, set the dvr and then WENT BACK for my class.

How to Go to Law School in your 50's

l. Have a career you love end.

2. In therapy try to come up with Plan B. And pray

3.Go to paralegal school.

4.Get hired by a major law firm as a legal assistant.

5.Realize after 6 months you don't really know the law.

6. Have a young associate suggest law school.

7. Go to an orientation for the evening program at nearest law school.

8. Audit a class to see if it is like Paper Chase

9. Notice three students in front of you - one is playing solitaire on his laptop and the other two are IM'ing each other.

10. Decide that you can at least do that much.

11. Keep your plans secret. Except in prayer

11. Study for the LSAT on your own because the classes cost too much. Pray.

12. Take the LSAT. Pray

13. Wait for scores. Still praying

14. Scores are good enough to justify the application fee.

15. Ask for two reference letters.

16. Complete application and struggle with one essay but therapist helps. So does praying

17. Send in application and check.

18. Wait two months for acceptance.

19. Acceptance letter doesn't come when expected.

20. Wait one more day and then call admissions.

21. Name is on the list - accepted! Pray gratitude

22. Wait two more days - still no letter so call again just to verify you heard right.

23. Put away the Peace Corps brochures.

24. Begin floating! And praying.

Beginning of irony

The day I received my parking permit for here (law school garage), I also recieved my membership card for AARP!