<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414</id><updated>2009-12-29T17:15:21.015-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Legally numb</title><subtitle type='html'>numbness is the very essence of life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default?orderby=updated'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;orderby=updated'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>142</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-3661360101013883431</id><published>2009-12-29T16:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T17:15:21.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Goal for the New Year - Slow Food, Good Food</title><content type='html'>I have watched Food, Inc and read Fast Food Nation.  I am on to Michael Pollan's many books as well.  And I know another person that is striving to eat "clean." (no634.net).  I am making the choice to pay a little more at the store as well as venture out into other places (Mississippi Market, Farmer's markets, local farmers).  I do not kid myself, this takes planning, effort, a little more money, and a lot more time.  But I am doing it for a number of reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many moons ago, I was a strict vegan, then a lacto-ovo vegetarian, then I started eating meat again.  I LOVE meat.  But I don't want to contribute to the factory produced meat market currently around.  Even if I didn't weep every time I think of those cows, pigs, and chickens, I wonder why people are not up in arms over the pollution and disease stemming from this style of "farming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk about pollution first.  The first part is simple.  Concentrated animal area = TONS of POOP.  TONS of POOP = bad water, bad air.  Dooky levels at these places are so high that the air in some areas of the farm can't be safely breathed, too much hydrogen sulfide.  Gaseous hydrogen sulfide scars lung tissue and can even cause asphyxiation.  Scarred lung tissue leads to further troubles, such as increased exposure to disease including bronchitis, pneumonia, and even lung fungal infections.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poop in my water, not okay.  Poop in really tiny amounts is everywhere.  Can't be helped, because as the book says Everybody (or in this case everything) poops.  But poop from these farms are stored in lagoons.  Yep, they have doo-doo lagoons.  Can you see yourself sippin' a Mai Thai on a beach chair next to one of those.  EWWWW.  And those lagoons do not stay there.  &lt;a href="http://www.midwestadvocates.org/archive/manure%20on%20frozen%20ground/3-31-06%20Manure%20Spills%20Harm%20Public%20Health.pdf"&gt;Spillage is a frequent occurrence &lt;/a&gt;because they are so full the poop actually pushes down the earth embankment.  What happens next is usually pretty bad.  Fish kills, river and stream contamination, and ground water contamination.  Poop in my water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the other pollution.  Grain is grown for these animals.  Grain uses water and fertilizer, plus other chemicals.  Even if you didn't care about water, those other chemicals and fertilizer are mainly washed away.  So more stuff in my water.  I could go on, but you get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's tackle disease.  Commonly recognized foodborne infections are caused by the bacteria Campylobacter, Salmonella, and E. coli O157:H7, and by a group of viruses called calicivirus, also known as the Norwalk and Norwalk-like viruses.  The bacterial infections cause diarhea and other symptoms.  Each can cause death.  E. coli is usually considered fairly benign.  But this lovely creature releases Shiga toxins that can produce all kinds of problems.  Thinking of taking an antibiotic to get rid of it?  Not so fast.  A quick kill can release ALL the Shiga toxins.  In up to 5% of people, it causes hemolytic uremic syndrome (HUS).  This severe complication includes temporary anemia, profuse bleeding, and kidney failure.  For more information, check out the &lt;a href="http://www.cdc.gov/ncidod/dbmd/diseaseinfo/foodborneinfections_g.htm#mostcommon"&gt;CDC&lt;/a&gt;.  And factory eggs are at a &lt;a href="http://www.organicconsumers.org/articles/article_9990.cfm"&gt;greater risk for Salmonella &lt;/a&gt;than organic eggs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am ultimately doing it because I eat crap any more (hamburger is quite literally partly crap).  I want to be able to eat something and know exactly where it came from and be able to pronounce all of the ingredients.  I also want to live my values.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-3661360101013883431?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/3661360101013883431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=3661360101013883431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/3661360101013883431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/3661360101013883431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/12/goal-for-new-year-slow-food-good-food.html' title='Goal for the New Year - Slow Food, Good Food'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-8190405340222551548</id><published>2009-12-27T17:58:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T18:09:30.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis at Christmas</title><content type='html'>My dad had emergency surgery the day before Christmas.  He is fine now, but what a way to usher in Christmas.  Needless to say, I have done nothing after finals ended last Tuesday.  Because of this I am going to have to double-time it next week to get a few things done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying for the PTO - need to get on the ball on this one.  The test is scheduled for February 18.  Supposedly, I should be studying for at least 15 hours a week, but I lost about 3 weeks for papers, work, etc.  So the next 52 days are going to be very, very full.  I want to pass the first time around with no trouble.  So beginning tomorrow, for three weeks, I am putting in about 35 hours a week on PTO, then 4.5 weeks of at least 20 hours a week.  Basically, I need 2 weeks for taking practice exams.  Q's are repeated, so that should help A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work - I have fallen way behind at work and need to get back on it.  Plus I am adding another job, potentially.  We are broke and could definitely use the money.  And the semester shouldn't be too bad.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise, nutrition - get back on the exercise, nutrition bandwagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have some fun over break, I know I am going to fit some in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-8190405340222551548?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/8190405340222551548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=8190405340222551548' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/8190405340222551548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/8190405340222551548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/12/crisis-at-christmas.html' title='Crisis at Christmas'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-447710474927626943</id><published>2009-12-09T12:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T12:26:09.166-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look a lot like...FINALS</title><content type='html'>And I am attempting to muster up some caring.  I feel like I should care.  I mean, I am paying a huge amount of money to be here, so I should care, right?  That's the way many people here look at it.  Or the ones that are still under the spell of law, still care for the idea of justice and law.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me?  I am just counting down the days until this is over (at least today I am).  I don't care about the theory of law or the grand idea behind it.  I just want to get out and start working.  I haven't felt this adrift since the last educational foray.  I think fall semester is simply like that.  Spring semester is close to something.  Close to volunteering for the summer (1L), working for a potential job (2L), or graduation.  But fall semester feels like there is an eternity between now and my goal.  So much time between now and summer.  Even so much time between now and taking the Patent Bar in February.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it about this time of year?  Is it winter?  Snow, cold and darkness?  Or is it something else?  I wish I could be philosophical or even poetic.  But right now, this waiting game just sucks.  It's not exams, it's the FUTURE.  That slow road to completion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-447710474927626943?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/447710474927626943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=447710474927626943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/447710474927626943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/447710474927626943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-lot-likefinals.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look a lot like...FINALS'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-6552450396722114114</id><published>2009-12-05T21:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:26:26.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing my best to prop up 2L grades</title><content type='html'>In one week, I will have 2 exams.  I have downloaded or begged outlines from folks.  And that's the extent of my exam preparation.  I would like all 2L's in my classes to send chocolates to my carrel.  I am taking a bullet for you guys and hope you truly appreciate the sacrifices I am making.  For instance, tonight, instead of spending time studying and outlining, I am watching Hot Fuzz on Comedy Central.  One of my favorite movies.  Yep, my sacrifices should be rewarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all 2L's out there, fear not.  Most of the 3L's in your classes do not give a crap any more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-6552450396722114114?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/6552450396722114114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=6552450396722114114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/6552450396722114114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/6552450396722114114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/12/doing-my-best-to-prop-up-2l-grades.html' title='Doing my best to prop up 2L grades'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-4478337392065610125</id><published>2009-11-25T19:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T20:03:10.944-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, happy, joy, joy</title><content type='html'>I am thankful that I don't care any more.  I am thankful that I am not that poor 1L that had a meltdown in the library.  I am thankful that I am not cooking anything for Thanksgiving and instead having lunch at a neighborhood bar.  I am thankful that my cats are total loons and incredibly entertaining.  I am thankful that I had enough money this month to send the dog to the sitter.  I am thankful that we got a fantastic deal on a weekend stay at an awesome hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everyone out there has things to be thankful about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-4478337392065610125?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/4478337392065610125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=4478337392065610125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/4478337392065610125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/4478337392065610125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy, happy, joy, joy'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-389787555854808958</id><published>2009-11-20T08:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T08:32:50.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Employment numbers - Law School Edition</title><content type='html'>There is no where that you can find the break down of employment numbers from universities (that I can find).  I cannot believe that I didn't look at this prior to going to law school.  I merely looked at the employment rate and thought "gee, that's pretty good."  Oye, what an idiot!  So bartenders count?  Yep.  How about housecleaning?  Yep.  Anything that you are being paid for counts as employment.  Isn't this skirting the edge of fraud?  I mean, when people look at these numbers, aren't they assuming that it's LEGAL employment?  Shouldn't there be a warning label of some kind?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-389787555854808958?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/389787555854808958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=389787555854808958' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/389787555854808958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/389787555854808958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/employment-numbers-law-school-edition.html' title='Employment numbers - Law School Edition'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-3547583995233008200</id><published>2009-11-19T16:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:08:57.867-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it possible</title><content type='html'>that I am just not going to be happy until I graduate?  I think that's the issue.  I need to get out and get back to the workforce.  I think the three years of not going to work is wearing on me.  I know that there are numerous unprofessional people in the "real world."  But I can handle that.  Working around people is fairly easy.  Adapting to others is also fairly easy.  What I hate is the competition that is meaningless.  Okay, some may say that I hate school because I wasn't as successful as others.  And on some days, I believe that.  But then I look back to when I did well in school (Ph.D., etc.).  I hated school then.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to get out.  And if ANYONE ever suggests that I go back to school, I am going to hit them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-3547583995233008200?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/3547583995233008200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=3547583995233008200' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/3547583995233008200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/3547583995233008200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/is-it-possible.html' title='Is it possible'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-5745109619909358352</id><published>2009-11-17T14:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T14:10:10.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for the Happy Post</title><content type='html'>Crap, crap, crap, crap.  Everything is happening so quickly.  And because my emotions seem to be right on the surface, I am oscillating between happy and sad in split second increments...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accepted to take the Patent Bar Exam...Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having to study for the Patent Bar Exam...Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that we might get help on buying a house in new state...Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that this is not set in stone and not really "real"...Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing that houses in neighborhood are selling quickly...Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the prices the houses are selling for...Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby finding jobs in new state to apply for...Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubby deciding that he has to stay here for a while b/c of house...Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get assignment done...Happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing write-up is, well, crap...Sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix it all together and what do you get?  A 42 yo, 3L that is about to burst into tears at the slightest provocation.  So much for me being tough...or happy...hell, or sane.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-5745109619909358352?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/5745109619909358352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=5745109619909358352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/5745109619909358352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/5745109619909358352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-much-for-happy-post.html' title='So much for the Happy Post'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-3671749202097680971</id><published>2009-11-15T10:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T11:08:21.859-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Happy Post</title><content type='html'>I walked the dog for almost an hour this morning and feel good.  It always amazing (yes, I am a slow learner) to me when exercise can cause a distinct shift in attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is the Happy Post (or Grateful post):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  I got my oil changed, radiator flushed, and window wipers replaced yesterday.  Non-squeaky wipers - happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  We went to my favorite Indian place last night and the service didn't suck - very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I made dining reservations for our Thanksgiving weekend extravaganza - giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Law school doesn't seem so daunting today.  I still have 2 major papers and multiple exams to contend with but I feel better about the stuff I am doing.  One of the papers is important to me.  The other is starting to seem much more interesting.  And I see myself improving in another class.  Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  I started Weight Watcher's and weighed in at less than I thought I would - ecstatic.  I ate healthy for most of yesterday and started today with a bowl of oatmeal - feeling good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all not a bad week.  Rough start because my black moods are intrusive and overwhelming.  But I am using cognitive therapy techniques to readjust my thinking.  For instance, I had fat dreams all last night (people laughing and making rude comments).  I have these sometimes and wake up feeling very low.  But today, I threw off the covers, put on sweats, got the dog and walked for a long time.  Cleared the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all those out there that are struggling with negative feelings stemming from LS, I don't have any good advice.  It's all been said.  But I hope that you can find something that will get you through this.  From now until graduation, I am going to try (I said try, dammit) to keep a more positive spin.  Mom always said to fake it and maybe it would happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-3671749202097680971?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/3671749202097680971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=3671749202097680971' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/3671749202097680971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/3671749202097680971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-post.html' title='The Happy Post'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-3077155313522782591</id><published>2009-11-12T12:21:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T12:55:48.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Misery of Law School_What does it say about our choices?</title><content type='html'>I know that I am tired of LS.  And I could point to a thousand problems with the way LS is run, from career services to fostering negative competition (I don't care what they say).  Added to that, I am tired, bitter, and a little cynical about the whole experience.  And I am not alone, given the recent spate of blogs discussing this topic.  So what does this say about our choice to go to LS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit it, I question my choice to go to LS almost everyday.  I know numerous second career folks that do the same thing.  We look back on the career we had and suddenly it seems bright, beautiful, interesting, and heaven.  To counter this, I have developed a set of index cards that includes every reason I left my last job.  It helps on the regret.  But what it doesn't do is create reasons to love LS.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this simply November?  Exams around the corner, projects coming due, work still there, Bar stuff, PTO exam, and on and on.  Is it simply that the work never seems to end?  What causes people to begin to hate that thing they thought was so precious?  And, ultimately, is there something that we, as students, can do about it.  I am flummoxed.  I try to exercise, sometimes eat right, keep this journal, etc.  But most of the time, it still doesn't work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we fall into wondering "If I hate it now, will I hate being a lawyer?"  Do feelings in LS transfer to the actual career?  If you begin to think about going in a different &lt;a href="http://www.no634.com/law-school/venti-grande/"&gt;direction&lt;/a&gt;, is that legitimate?  For some that struggled with the decision to go to LS or grad school, that seems definitely legitimate.  But, take me, for example.  I spent all summer after my first year creating a business plan for a cafe (there is this awesome building in my neighborhoods).  Is that a legitimate new direction?  Yeah, not likely.  But a lovely fantasy to engage in when I am in Tax.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-3077155313522782591?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/3077155313522782591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=3077155313522782591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/3077155313522782591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/3077155313522782591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/misery-of-law-schoolwhat-does-it-say.html' title='The Misery of Law School_What does it say about our choices?'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-7369100772146420838</id><published>2009-11-10T13:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:50:45.927-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Awesomest Birthday Present Ever!</title><content type='html'>Over the bday weekend, I did nothing except take the MPRE, study, and write parts of a paper that I have been putting off...well, forever. I then asked my husband for a tiny birthday present. He says to me "Sure, go ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for MY birthday, I am getting a cleaning service in on the day before Thanksgiving to clean my house AND steam clean my carpets. Sing it with me "I feel pretty, Oh, so pretty, I feel pretty and witty and bright! And I pity any girl who isn't me tonight."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right this moment, I would scoff at luxury vacations and diamonds. My birthday present is, without a doubt, the most awesomest ever! Not to gloat or anything :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-7369100772146420838?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/7369100772146420838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=7369100772146420838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/7369100772146420838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/7369100772146420838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/most-awesomest-birthday-present-ever.html' title='Most Awesomest Birthday Present Ever!'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-956451541649241228</id><published>2009-11-08T13:39:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T13:50:11.977-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting me that I am amost done</title><content type='html'>It was the MPRE that did it.  I could fail and take it again in March, but the taking of it marked a passage into lawyerhood.  I will be judged as ethically enough.  The funny thing is, if I fail, it's because I am too ethical (thinking I must do something when I only have the option to do it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you MPRE for helping me realize that one day soon I will be a real attorney.  Now my thoughts are consumed not with up-coming finals or projects, but rather with client meetings, moving into a new house and office, getting up for work instead of school, and all of the other things I look forward to instead of studying.  The closest thing I remember from my last profession was defending my proposal during third year of grad school.  This is way better.  This is definite mark.  No more, if.  It's now officially in my head of when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that these tests don't come earlier in one's schooling.  Because, for me, it creates a sense of relief.  I am in law school, but it is a finite time.  In second year, if I had been able to take the MPRE earlier (maybe I could have), then I would have felt that everything was more concrete, much less esoteric.  That may not matter for some, but after spending so much time agonizing over whether I made the right decision, a little concreteness would have helped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to all those out there that have this step out of the way (theoretically), let's celebrate the milestone.  We are so close to being finished and for our "lives" to begin, that we can now see the finish line.  I will miss law school and the fact that my decisions on hypos affect no one.  But I won't miss the constant second-guessing my decision or wondering if I should take a course or worrying about impressing my profs.  I will be a "&lt;a href="http://thefuntimesguide.com/2004/10/bud_light_real.php"&gt;Real Man of Genius&lt;/a&gt;."T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-956451541649241228?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/956451541649241228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=956451541649241228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/956451541649241228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/956451541649241228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/hitting-me-that-i-am-amost-done.html' title='Hitting me that I am amost done'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-6856296784399157934</id><published>2009-11-07T18:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T18:55:05.824-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating my own words</title><content type='html'>I guess Sunday all day is out of the question.  So instead, we scheduled a 3 day weekend vacation for Thanksgiving weekend.  Until then, I will work so I have that 3 days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-6856296784399157934?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/6856296784399157934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=6856296784399157934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/6856296784399157934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/6856296784399157934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/eating-my-own-words.html' title='Eating my own words'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-2805305122832480008</id><published>2009-11-04T15:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T15:45:20.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Beating Burnout</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's that time of the semester kiddies!!  The time when every deadline looms near and the minor freakouts come more frequently.  Burnout is the unfortunate result in most cases.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is burnout? Burnout is both mental and physical exhaustion that leads to very bad things.  It begins with a dragging feeling, although that indicates you are well into burnout phase.  Work seems bigger, more onerous.  Soon, everything, even pleasurable events, are harder, both physically and mentally, to get through.  You put things off, things take longer than usual, you wake up feeling tired no matter how much sleep you had, and, ultimately, you begin to feel defeated or even hopeless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't think you have ever experienced burnout or think it won't happen to you, check your mental responses.  See how tired you are day to day.  Get 8 hours of sleep a few nights in a row and see how you feel when you wake up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am obsessed with recognizing burnout.  I spent years in my last career in burnout mode.  It took me weeks to get out data for something that should have taken days.  Months for weeks...you get it.  And I didn't recognize it until my first year of law school.  I thought I was just slower than everyone else.  Truth was, I was exhausted.  So my first summer, I took about a month and did absolutely nothing.  And slowly I came back.  I still have to monitor myself, but I am much better at recognizing the signs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily for you (and me), &lt;a href="http://www.fearfullyoptimistic.com/"&gt;Fearfully Optimistic&lt;/a&gt; has provided a link to short-circuiting burnout.  And if you don't think it's important, numerous studies show that burnout has a huge effect on GPA.  If a person is not mentally prepared during the exam, that person is going to miss things.  Go ahead, ask me how much my grades improved after taking time off.  Yeah, they were second year classes, but they all had a stiff curve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as I see myself beginning to slow down on work, taking 2 hours for writing one page instead of an hour, etc, I know it's time to do something that seems absolutely inconceivable to the average law student.  I will cut back.  This Saturday is the MPRE.  So Sunday I will stay home and relax.  Yeah, I will have to come roaring back on Monday.  But because of Sunday, I will come back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-2805305122832480008?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/2805305122832480008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=2805305122832480008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/2805305122832480008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/2805305122832480008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/on-beating-burnout.html' title='On Beating Burnout'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-1312188535986882711</id><published>2009-11-03T08:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T08:20:34.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee shops</title><content type='html'>I love coffee shops.  I love coffee.  But unlike every other person I know, I can't work/study in a coffee shop.  It sucks.  But I get way to distracted by everything going on around me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Heavenly Daze - too intense.  The law students there are simply far too studious.  The groups really study, they aren't gossiping about anything.  So I can't concentrate because the people around me are intensely talking about cases from first year.  No thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Starbucks (anywhere, but especially Barnes and Noble) - too many "writers."  They sit at their table, surrounded by books they will never buy, periodically tapping away at their laptops.  And they are writing.  Sort of.  Then they look up to check out the crowd.  Okay, I am completely cynical.  I assume they are checking to see if anyone is watching them write.  Can't concentrate there because I am making up conversations ("Oh, yes, this new novel is about the death of man, death of society."  "Really, sounds fascinating.  My new character arc is taking me so many new places.")  I know, I am catty.  They are probably good people trying to break into an impossible field.  But my thoughts are far more fun than Tax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Wilde Roast - all time favorite place.  Great food, fantastic coffee, and fun conversations to listen to.  That group is discussing biofuels and organizing a new symposium.  That group is discussing human rights issues and gay marriage (eck, I want to interject a legal argument.  that's how crappy my thought processes are).  That group just came out of the bookstore next door with an armload of homosexual erotica and are now critiquing it.  How can anyone ever read through Tax with that in the background.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't even study with music.  So I resort to earplugs and then folks look at me weird because I have these huge orange things sticking out of my ears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-1312188535986882711?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/1312188535986882711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=1312188535986882711' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/1312188535986882711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/1312188535986882711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/coffee-shops.html' title='Coffee shops'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-6137589730885108327</id><published>2009-11-01T18:41:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T18:43:17.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Call it anything you want...I got senioritis.</title><content type='html'>I laughed when I heard 3L's talk about it.  Seems silly right?  We are all grown-ups here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I try to put in the hours and I find myself staring at this stuff thinking, I am never going to use this (I know that now) so why do I care so much.  Is it noble to study for the pleasure of learning?  I am winning zero nobility awards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Tax.  Yeah, right.  What's on Hulu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-6137589730885108327?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/6137589730885108327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=6137589730885108327' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/6137589730885108327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/6137589730885108327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/11/call-it-anything-you-wanti-got.html' title='Call it anything you want...I got senioritis.'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-8646709533500442629</id><published>2009-10-30T09:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:53:39.181-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's wrong with me that I don't get Twilight?</title><content type='html'>I devoured Harry Potter books and movies.  I love fantasy, vampires and angst.  But the Twilight series is a boondoggle to me.  I thought it might be because I am older than the target audience (outside of puberty &lt;snark&gt;).  But it turns out most of the women I know my age and older looovvveee the series.  So what am I missing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe the movie would speak to me where the book couldn't.  Nope.  I felt that the movie was all angst and no vampire.  I mean the whole "I love you, I can't have you" stuff was the movie.  It just so happened to be vampires in the movie.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I get this odd woman left behind feeling.  I feel like I SHOULD like them.  Which, of course, given my contrary nature leads to me disliking them more.  Maybe I should go back and read the first one again.  Or maybe I should give up.  I don't have to be on every bandwagon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-8646709533500442629?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/8646709533500442629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=8646709533500442629' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/8646709533500442629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/8646709533500442629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-wrong-with-me-that-i-dont-get.html' title='What&apos;s wrong with me that I don&apos;t get Twilight?'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-6772636902029424783</id><published>2009-10-28T10:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T11:12:50.224-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The application to the bar</title><content type='html'>An application to a state bar is a lot more complicated and time-consuming than I ever would have imagined.  You have to turn over your entire life.  Now for someone just out of undergrad, this may also be time consuming.  But 18 years after undergraduate, having also moved extensively due to work, this becomes almost an insurmountable problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what goes into a bar application?  And what are all of the parts just to get to the bar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Character and Fitness forms.  Luckily, the state I am applying takes the National Conference of Bar Examiners' form.  So at least one of the forms is in a localized place.  &lt;br /&gt;     a.  Addresses - finding those can be a huge pain.  But there are ways, including research sites on the web.&lt;br /&gt;     b.  Traffic tickets - I know I have 2, one over 10 years ago and 1 over 20 years ago.  I am almost certain which states for each.  And that is as far as I have gotten.&lt;br /&gt;     c.  Then there is the education list, the work list, etc.  The part-time jobs I had in college are going to be difficult because at least 3 of those are no longer in business and I have no idea what the names were.&lt;br /&gt;     d.  The time...just a lot of time to sit down and do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Affadavit of why I didn't apply prior to 390 days of being in law school.  Do they accept...I didn't have a job in that state and had no idea that it was even possible?  It also must be notarized so that is one more step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Dean Certification from the Law school.  Got to get it in to the Dean prior to January.  Though they will obviously not fill it out until graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  The Student registration forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The Bar registration forms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I am getting confused on which forms I have to fill out, how I am going to find all the information I need, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe...just breathe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-6772636902029424783?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/6772636902029424783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=6772636902029424783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/6772636902029424783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/6772636902029424783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/10/application-to-bar.html' title='The application to the bar'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-8079734622285516452</id><published>2009-10-27T11:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T11:07:20.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate repeating myself</title><content type='html'>BUT the f'ing library is for QUIET.  Not just quiet in the stacks, but shut up in the study rooms, the offices, etc.  I don't want to hear your damn phone conversations, your hyena laughter, or your gossip.  I don't want to always be THAT person, shushing everyone the hell up.  Show some damn respect for the people around you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But other than that, I am having a great day.  Smile and the world smiles with you.  Scowl and everyone leaves you the hell alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may come back and delete this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-8079734622285516452?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/8079734622285516452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=8079734622285516452' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/8079734622285516452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/8079734622285516452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-hate-repeating-myself.html' title='I hate repeating myself'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-8239554724495612024</id><published>2009-10-23T09:41:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:56:05.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If law school is rough, what will change with being an attorney</title><content type='html'>Hopefully everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small group gathered for lunch recently.  The discussion began like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:  I can't get everything done that I need to do. (Pause and a weird look) What the hell am I going to do when I am actually a lawyer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E:  Crap, don't think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the subject was changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in that question is one that haunts many law students.  If we are so freakin' busy now, what happens afterwards?  Every attorney who brings this up says "Wait until you are actually in practice."  That's supposed to be helpful.  Or calming?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop worrying so much, I asked a few lawyers how things are different and how to prepare or at least have the right mind-set.  Hear is a summary of what they said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Start becoming organized NOW.  Even if it's the last month of your third year work on creating an organizational scheme that works for you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Related - do only what works for you.  I specifically sought out an ADHD attorney to discuss this, in particular.  Basically, you can't shoehorn yourself into another person's organizational scheme.  So if the tips from one book fail you, keep looking.  And look for what you have done right in the past.  For me, it's complete silence.  No music, nothing.  And, unfortunately, it's also taking my medication everyday like clockwork (I forget).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  As much as I don't want to admit it, exercise, nutrition, and down time are all very important.  I don't want to admit it because I would rather eat MickyD's, never take another stair as long as I live, and work until I drop.  But this year I have decided that this is not working for me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Realize that being an attorney is different.  I know that sounds like a stupid, duh statement, but many law students have no real clue what they will be doing on a day to day basis.  Instead of reading cases for class, you have to find only a couple on point and hope you haven't missed something big.  Also, you are much more time limited.  Some even said to take advantage of Westlaw and Lexis training seminars on effective research.  One quote: "I don't care how on point a case is if it took the associate 15 hours to find it.  That's time I can't possibly bill to the client."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Stop listening to the attorneys that babble on and on about how being an attorney is harder than being a law student.  Many of the associates I spoke with said these folks are just in that mindset of wanting to go back to when the work didn't matter.  Working 60-80 hours a week for a grade is a lot less terrifying than working 60-80 hours a week knowing that your mistake could cost people their money or, worse, their freedom.  Dramatic, yes.  True, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the next time you are sitting around talking about the workload and hoping you aren't going to drown think of (1) you are still in school, so stop it; and (2) as one professor put it "stop worrying.  I mean really, look at all the idiots out there in practice, you'll be fine."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* That is a quote from a professor, NOT MY WORDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-8239554724495612024?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/8239554724495612024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=8239554724495612024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/8239554724495612024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/8239554724495612024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/10/if-law-school-is-rough-what-will-change.html' title='If law school is rough, what will change with being an attorney'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-5238369806904120571</id><published>2009-10-21T12:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:20:59.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How to avoid  insanity in law school?</title><content type='html'>Get food poisoning.  Or stomach flu.  Not sure what it was but it sure did the trick.  Not only am I no longer reveling in self-pity but I actually looked forward to being able to read this afternoon.  Yep, nothing like a good, ole fashion virus that makes you wish for death to remind you how good you have it when you don't have to spend the majority of your day booting up the linings of your intestines (and what ever miscellaneous organs that come loose in the process). Honestly, it's rainy, damp, cold, dark, I have a thousand things to do, will never finish everything today and STILL feel like dancing a happy dance around the library and its poor, perspective-denied inhabitants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I wish I had time to laze in bed for "recovery."  Ah, but we can't have everything, can we.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-5238369806904120571?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/5238369806904120571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=5238369806904120571' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/5238369806904120571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/5238369806904120571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-to-avoid-insanity-in-law-school.html' title='How to avoid  insanity in law school?'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-913609924707083573</id><published>2009-10-20T13:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T13:38:15.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwaaahhhhaaaaa</title><content type='html'>Come on, add more.  I don't care!!!  I am insane!!!!  I spend my days curled under my carrel praying no one finds me.  I mumble imaginary answers to the MPRE.  Tax codes are inked on my skin.  Evidence rules get yelled out at the most inopportune times. And I laugh maniacally as I send in my application to take the Patent exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want (1) a straight-jacket; (2) padded cell; and (3) all the time in the world to contemplate the floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy mid-semester everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-913609924707083573?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/913609924707083573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=913609924707083573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/913609924707083573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/913609924707083573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/10/bwaaahhhhaaaaa.html' title='Bwaaahhhhaaaaa'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-2840301035865729402</id><published>2009-10-16T14:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T15:01:53.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding more stuff</title><content type='html'>I know, I know.  Everyone is busy.  And I am NOT bitching, really.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got a part-time job.  It's wonderful because it is right up my alley science-wise.  Though they want me for the law research, they liked me because of my background.  Basically, I won't have a problem deciphering what the scientists are talking about.  And I get to leave the law school a couple of times a week to work some where else (added bonus).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then today, with everything that I planned to do...I felt utterly drained.  It's 3 and my neck/back is stiff from sitting in a carrel for a couple of days staring at whatever.  I feel like my brains are pudding.  So I thought to myself, let's take tomorrow completely off.  No cooking, no cleaning, no school, nothing.  Most importantly, no freakin' 5 am alarm (that's another insane story).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No go.  Tomorrow, I get to spend 4 hours in a BarBri class learning ALL about the MPRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and here I was thinking I'm still young.  My doc is sending me to a freaking cardiac clinic.  WTF?  When did I get old?  I swear I am just going to start using a walker.  I caught myself the other day telling my husband to hurry and we might make the early-bird special.  I am vastly ashamed of myself.  Therefore, I must find a young woman to switch bodies with.  This will require switching to worshiping the devil, but hey, ya gotta do what ya gotta do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-2840301035865729402?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/2840301035865729402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=2840301035865729402' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/2840301035865729402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/2840301035865729402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/10/adding-more-stuff.html' title='Adding more stuff'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-5430706491793102457</id><published>2009-10-11T14:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:35:16.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adding one more thing</title><content type='html'>I want to get through a number of things over the next 4.5 months.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  MPRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Patent Bar Exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Papers...ugg, papers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Working, hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah and classes.  I know I am missing something because a moment ago I was freaking out over getting everything done.  Oh, yeah, Bar crap.  Including BarBri stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-5430706491793102457?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/5430706491793102457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=5430706491793102457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/5430706491793102457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/5430706491793102457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/10/adding-one-more-thing.html' title='Adding one more thing'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6757784031538593414.post-181249532195154197</id><published>2009-10-09T16:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T16:31:45.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediterranean Diet...HOW on my schedule?</title><content type='html'>Maybe someone out there can answer this for me or point me in the right direction.  I have made amends with working much of the time.  I barely clean my house enough to satisfy me (and I am no neat freak).  We have a difficult time getting out to do just about anything that takes more than an hour or two.  We divide the errands because it is more efficient that way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I desperately want to cook the "Mediterranean" way, but where the hell am I supposed to find the time to do this.  First, to do this is basically retraining myself on cooking.  Right now, cooking for the week is done on Saturday and usually involves a large piece of meat put in the crockpot with assorted spices to try to make it a little different from the last piece of meat cooked last week.  Then I move on to a soup or stew.  Granted, that falls under the mediterranean diet, sometimes, because one of the easiest things in the world to cook is lentil soup.  But fresh fruit and vegies.  Maybe an apple and banana, but everything else tends to go bad.  And don't get me started on vegetables.  We buy fresh, then we toss rotten vegies in the garbage.  And I have no idea how to cook fish.  Plus the fish at the grocery store is gross.  I would have to add another stop to my week by going to Whole Foods to get decent fish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AGGG...the universe is conspiring against me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6757784031538593414-181249532195154197?l=legalnumbness.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/feeds/181249532195154197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6757784031538593414&amp;postID=181249532195154197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/181249532195154197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6757784031538593414/posts/default/181249532195154197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://legalnumbness.blogspot.com/2009/10/mediterranean-diethow-on-my-schedule.html' title='Mediterranean Diet...HOW on my schedule?'/><author><name>Eliza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00525246852660691811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10213997788660983737'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>