Okay, new post. As I told Emotedcreations and Margot, the death I mentioned in the last post doesn't effect me so much personally, since I didn't know the guy all that well, but it offends my sense of justice, and I feel really bad for the guys family, who just got done dealing with one tragedy when another hit. Also, like I said, it makes me realize things aren't ever really as bad as they seem until they're really bad, and when that happens you're to busy dealing to do much thinking about just how bad things are. At least, that's been my experience.
All that aside, I'm doing really well personally. I've got a property final tomorrow and a crimlaw take-home due the next day, but I think I have a passable grasp on both subjects. I'm on probation after last semester, and I'll get the boot if I don't get a 2.0 or better, but I think I've done that well so far. At least, I know I'm a hell of a lot more prepared this time around. I took far fewer credits, and it's paying dividends sanity-wise.
This is my first real spring in a couple years. I spent last year in Oregon and the year before that was mostly indoors in the Rehab place in New Jersey with my lady, and I certainly wasn't paying much attention to the seasons. Spring has always been my favorite season. It's all about the euphoric joy of waking up one day after a long, cold, winter and realizing you can go outside without your jacket, and then you can leave your window open, and then you look out the window and there isn't any snow on the ground and the birds are back, the trees are budding, and there are birds singing. I tend to lock myself inside getting fat, lazy and miserable in the winter, and waking up to spring sort of makes it all feel worth while. Sort of a mild bipolar seasonal affective disorder that I'm totally okay with because a grumpy winter is worth a euphoric spring in my book.
The river rose up and flooded its banks, which is always fun to watch as long as your house is on the ridge above the flood plane, but now it has started to recede. Some hapless law students decided it was a good time to get their canoe out, not realizing the massive increase in volume of water meant a corresponding increase in speed. They had to bail out and got stuck on an island in the middle of the river. The sheriff had to rescue them, much to the amusement of the locals.
I'm working for my old man again this summer. It's kind of a drag, but I'm starting to think that getting into his business might be more fun and rewarding than being a lawyer.
My best to you all.
Also,
and I must have been sitting right behind whoever filmed this:
All that aside, I'm doing really well personally. I've got a property final tomorrow and a crimlaw take-home due the next day, but I think I have a passable grasp on both subjects. I'm on probation after last semester, and I'll get the boot if I don't get a 2.0 or better, but I think I've done that well so far. At least, I know I'm a hell of a lot more prepared this time around. I took far fewer credits, and it's paying dividends sanity-wise.
This is my first real spring in a couple years. I spent last year in Oregon and the year before that was mostly indoors in the Rehab place in New Jersey with my lady, and I certainly wasn't paying much attention to the seasons. Spring has always been my favorite season. It's all about the euphoric joy of waking up one day after a long, cold, winter and realizing you can go outside without your jacket, and then you can leave your window open, and then you look out the window and there isn't any snow on the ground and the birds are back, the trees are budding, and there are birds singing. I tend to lock myself inside getting fat, lazy and miserable in the winter, and waking up to spring sort of makes it all feel worth while. Sort of a mild bipolar seasonal affective disorder that I'm totally okay with because a grumpy winter is worth a euphoric spring in my book.
The river rose up and flooded its banks, which is always fun to watch as long as your house is on the ridge above the flood plane, but now it has started to recede. Some hapless law students decided it was a good time to get their canoe out, not realizing the massive increase in volume of water meant a corresponding increase in speed. They had to bail out and got stuck on an island in the middle of the river. The sheriff had to rescue them, much to the amusement of the locals.
I'm working for my old man again this summer. It's kind of a drag, but I'm starting to think that getting into his business might be more fun and rewarding than being a lawyer.
My best to you all.
Also,
and I must have been sitting right behind whoever filmed this:
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-TM