Randomness from a 2005 graduate of The Moritz College of Law at The Ohio State University


Sunday, February 27, 2005

I am a little confused by this whole Beyonce thing. Why exactly is she singing half the oscar songs? It would have been funny if she had sung Accidentally in Love though. She is perfectly good, but it is just weird. Okay, I just looked up and saw this freaky looking person who looks like he wants to go on that famous face show and try to be Michael Jackson at some intermediately scary point. Apparently it's Prince. Awwww...none of the Beyonce songs won. The Motorcycle Diaries song won. Maybe it's a sign not to let a pop singer do your song if that's not how it was intended. |

Friday, February 25, 2005

No trials today. We got three pleas and dismissed two cases because we had no choice. It wasn't especially disappointing though, because I got to talk to the police officers and the defendants and help decide what to do. Every time I'm there is educational, even when it's not quite what I hope for.

Assuming my friend doesn't back out, I get to go out tonight with my friend who is newly single. The break up was for the best, so I don't feel too bad being happy about it. I'm just happy to have my partner in crime back. She'll have another boyfriend in no time, so I have to enjoy myself while I can. |

Thursday, February 24, 2005

I am very, very disappointed because the play I was in has been cancelled. Some of the high school students just weren't taking it seriously. I think it was the right choice, but I am still so disappointed. I am also frustrated because I had put so much time into memorizing lines and rehearsing. I was so excited to be acting again. Hopefully I will have another opportunity in the not so distant future. For now, I will have to settle for prosecuting people for speeding tomorrow. |

Wednesday, February 23, 2005

I need sleep. I need so much sleep. Sleep that I can't get in one night or a weekend. Spring break cannot come soon enough. |

Monday, February 21, 2005

"What happens when you find out the body is a carnival ride, and you've been missing out?" - Chris Harrison (he is so cute!) |

Sunday, February 20, 2005

I went to church this morning. Now I used to go to church all the time. I was the somewhat unusual college student who went every single Sunday and then the twenty-something who did as well. Even when my friends mocked me. Even when I was hung over. Really hung over... I loved church. In particular, in college, I went to Central Avenue United Methodist Church in Athens, which was awesome. (If any OU student ever reads this, go there!) It had tons of students, but also plenty of members of the community. The service was extremely contemporary and everyone was always very engaged. It was part of the confessional movement and took faith very seriously, despite the laid back atmosphere. There were lots of opportunities for service that really did use whatever one's unique gifts happened to be. Before I found Central, I attended another (slightly crazy) church where I was baptized, then visited probably 15 other churches in Athens, and finally found the place that just felt like home. When I graduated, I lived in Columbus for three months and went to the Vineyard (west side, not the huge one) with a faithful friend who had always gently tried to tell me about Jesus, but had been infinitely patient with me. However, when I moved away, it was really scary to have to find a church all over again. After a few tries, I settled on the Vineyard in Seattle as well. It was a large, fun congregation of probably 90% college students because it was on the UW campus. But then I started dating the psycho ex, and he quickly made it clear that I shouldn't be going to church. In a broad sense, he supported me being a Christian because he was "Catholic" and did think I should believe. I think really he didn't want me to be part of a Christian community from which I could draw strength and which might help me figure out how destructive our relationship was. He alternated between telling me that he couldn't bear to be away from me on Sunday mornings because he worked so much and that was "our time," and telling me that if I did go, he would probably just go online and try to meet other girls, so if I didn't want him to do that, I should stay home. His manipulation combined with my quickly diminishing sense of self, and soon didn't even think I deserved to go to church. A few times while I was with him I did go for a week or two, but every time it would provoke a fight, and I would often come home to find he had gone to meet some other girl, so it never lasted. About a year after I finally broke away from him I started feeling like maybe I was good enough to go back to church. I don't mean good enough as in sin-free or somehow otherwise objectively good enough, but just not hating myself so much. So I started going to a very small Vineyard chuch in my neighborhood. In many ways, it was a good fit at the time. There was an immediate sense of community that I needed, very strong messages, and engaging music. But after a few months, I felt like I just didn't fit. One of the big things is that every single woman there either was in the midst of having babies or desperately wanting to be. I didn't fit their mold, and it made me feel like I couldn't be myself. I'm sure that was purely my perception, but I started longing for a more diverse group of people. Also, being a very small congregation, there was a lot of (perceived) pressure to be best friends with the entire group. That's not bad, but I realized I wanted a larger congregation, with people of all ages, and with different lifestyles. School had also recently started again and I was (and still am) absolutely exhausted. So it became my first priority to sleep on Sunday mornings when I had the opportunity, but I was also longing for a church home. Being me, I started researching churches online. I found the one I went to today that way. I had a nice time. Except their contemporary service is at 8:45am, and I could definitely stand for it to be slightly later. Actually, their idea of contemporary is kind of funny. It means no robes and bells, and the songs are led by four people in casual clothes rather than a choir. I'm sure they think it is a huge step towards the modern era though. I met two nice women this morning and it is likely I will go back. Other than the barely contemporary-ness of it, my only other concern is that it was about 80% over 50. So, if any readers know of churches within about a 15 minute drive of Grandview, with contemporary services, and fairly traditional, but open-minded, doctrine, let me know. Because everytime I go to church I remember how much I love it, and I would really like to find the right church for me in Columbus.

Sorry there were no paragraph breaks. I just couldn't figure out where to put them. |

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Anyone who sits near me in class knows how many problems my computer has been giving me lately. Or, I guess, anyone who reads all my complaining on here. Well, I finally couldn't take it anymore. So Wednesday I bought the most beautiful new Sony VAIO ever. But it had a defective hard drive, so I had to return it. That got me to slow down a little bit, and I allowed myself to be convinced to make the switch to Mac. My father will be so proud. Yesterday at work I said I was going to go to the Apple store at Easton and if there was (1) a helpful, but non-pushy salesperson, who (2) was preferably a somewhat cute guy, and he (3) told me not to buy the most expensive thing, I would go for it. And that is precisely how it worked out. So I am now the owner of an iBook G4 (because he wouldn't even let me look at the fancier ones). And I was able to upgrade the memory, get a service plan (I know...), and get the microsofft Mac software all for less than the VAIO. I am having a very hard time getting used to it so far, but I'm sure I'll adjust. At least there appear to be no pop-ups and it's not shutting down randomly. But figuring everything out is way too good of an excuse to put off work. |

Monday, February 14, 2005

I wrote a Valentine's Day post with all sorts of profound thoughts, but then, like usual, my computer shut down. I really need to buy a new battery. So, instead...

"I don't want to live - I want to love first, and live incidentally." -Zelda Fitzgerald

"The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love." -W. Somerset Maugham

"Love lives on hope, and dies when hope is dead." -Corneille, The Cid

"He that shuts Love out, in turn shall be Shut our from Love." -Alfred, Lord Tennyson, "To-"

I could go on forever, but I'll end with my very favorite...

"To love another person is to see the face of God." -Les Miserables |
I keep hearing from so many of my friends how disillusioned they are and how depressed they are about not having a job/the future in general. What strikes me is that no one seems to realize that everyone feels the same way. Everyone is burnt out. Many people do not have jobs. Most people are scared or anxious or apprehensive about the future. It doesn't make the feelings less real, but it is a shared experience. And to a great extent, it is common to all people at this point in their lives, not just law students. I hear virtually the same things from my friends in other fields, and even those already professionally employed. I don't really know what my point is. I guess it is that the future can, and often does, overwhelm everyone. No one is alone. (With thanks to Sondheim). I really wish there was something I could do to reassure and encourage my friends. But I guess ultimately it is only living through it and seeing that things really do work out that will give them relief. |

Sunday, February 13, 2005

I'm going to San Diego for spring break! I have been thinking about it for some time now, and talking about it too, but I didn't really believe it would happen. Well, I've got plane tickets, so I guess that means it's happening. First class plane tickets nonetheless. Is it bad that my first thought was, "Great, in first class I will have room to work"? Okay, that was my second thought after, "Yes! Free alcohol!" I can't wait. I don't know if I can make it 5 more weeks. 5 more weeks and a day and a half actually. I'm leaving on Tuesday of spring break so that I can get some rest before I leave and get some work done. I have fantasies of getting work done on the beach, but I know better than to count on that. YAY! I'm going to the beach!

But first, we have to get our journal to press. I have another fantasy that we are going to send it to the publisher early. The best part of the fantasy is that the other person in my position and I have worked so hard for the last few months, that when it goes to the publisher is basically out of our hands in the near future because we have done our part. Then it's on to 3:1 for us, of course. This week we are having EIC elections, with the rest of the board elections to follow in the next few weeks. This makes me incredibly sad. I do not want to turn it over. I do not want to let go of this journal. The 2Ls will not take over our roles this school year, although hopefully we will do a much better job transitioning them than occurred last year, but I still have this feeling like they are stealing something from us. It's our journal! Yes, I realize this is completely stupid and loser-ish of me, but it's how I feel. And all feelings are valid. Right? For the first time I am minimally appreciating Dressler's overused baby metaphor. I feel like one of those mothers who doesn't want to leave her child with a babysitter. When the kid is like 5 years old and she and her husband haven't been alone since it was born. Don't hurt my baby! Okay, now I'm just getting delirious. It will be fine. |

Saturday, February 12, 2005

I had so much fun in court! So what if it was just a magistrate and it was just minor misdemeanors? It was still awesome. It is remarkable how many questions you have to ask just to convict someone of speeding. I was so nervous I was leaving out something really important, but everything went smoothly. I can't wait to go back and do it again. And maybe next time I can send someone to jail. |

Thursday, February 10, 2005

Tomorrow I really get to go to trial! It will just be a court trial, but that is just fine with me. There are six trials scheduled, so it is virtually guaranteed that I will get to do at least one. And if not, it will be because I get there and look so intimidating that they don't want to go through with it. Grrrr...I'm scary. I am so, so, so excited! |

Wednesday, February 09, 2005

I am so completely overextended, but so far I think I am handling it okay. I don't think I'm letting anyone down or doing a bad job. But I can feel it. I feel constantly tense just trying to remember everything I need to do. I can barely remember what day it is anymore, although the busier I get, the more I need to keep track of. I don't think I need to give up any of my commitments, but I need to really focus if I'm not going to screw anything up. I am so glad I had enough sense not to be involved in any student organizations this year, or I would really be going crazy. Remarkably, journal is one of the least stressful things at the moment. It demands a lot of my time as usual, but things are going so smoothly right now that it makes me a little nervous. In fact, I have this fantasy of sending it to the publisher early. My many jobs are stressful only in that they demand my time. I find myself fantasizing about sleep, but work prevents that. And I have just taken on one more time consuming project, but that will be over in 3 1/2 weeks. That new project is that I am making my return to the stage! Okay, so that's a little overly dramatic, but what do you expect from an actress? I'm in this one act play being produced by Legal Aid about teen dating violence. So it's not a big deal, but for me, performing again is awesome. The play is being performed March 3rd and 5th, a friend is coming to visit the following weekend, and then a week later is spring break...so I can sleep then. That's only like 6 weeks away. |

Monday, February 07, 2005

Based upon this past weekend, I have some advice for guys. In the midst of an "intimate" moment, don't eat a sandwich. And if a girl screams "Stop!", stop. And here's some advice for girls: If either of the above applies, leave. |
I am so mean. One of the students in our trial practice class was really sick today and rather than feeling sympathetic, I really just found it funny to watch him cough all through acting as a witness. I feel guilty just thinking about it, but thinking about it also makes me start laughing again. |