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


Monday, November 07, 2005

I am now officially an attorney, licensed to practice law in the state of Ohio. As I start this new phase of my life (a very long one, I hope), I thought it would be a good time to reinvent this blog. Accordingly, I have moved. The new blog will be much like the old except for a few things. I intend to write every day. We will see how that goes. But I do not intend to fill it with stupid, boring content. Okay, it might seem stupid and/or boring to the reader, but at least I should think it has some point. So, one change will be that I am going to regularly critique restaurants, movies, books, etc., because I love these things, have very strong opinions about them, and I really like to share my opinions. I even took an entire tutorial in college about how to write criticism. I am also going to write more about current events and politics, because I am informed and I do have opinions. In the past, I have let my exhaustion with the state of the world keep me from writing about these things. But I should get past that and contribute to a dialogue. I will attempt to cut down on writing about my personal life, but I know that is unrealistic, and I know it is one reason that some people read this blog. So, I will still tell stories about funny encounters and I will share if someone comes along who makes me reconsider love or anything momentous happens. But I will try to have enough other comment to balance it. I have also added and deleted links to account for people who have stopped posting and for blogs I read all the time, but was too lazy to link to. Please recommend other good links or if any of the Moritz bloggers come back from the dead. Anyway, this is my farewell post here, and an invitation to visit the new, improved, and not that different Law v. Life. |

Sunday, November 06, 2005

I am excited to be sworn in tomorrow. I'm not looking forward to the ceremony itself, which I expect will be quite boring. I am looking forward to finally being able to practice law. There have been so many milestones in the last six months that brought relief and signaled the end of something, but tomorrow is when the change from law student to lawyer finally really occurs. I am very excited that the very first document filed with my name (under someone else's, of course) will be a brief to the supreme court of Ohio. Within the next couple of weeks, I could get up to 200 cases transferred into my name which is slightly terrifying. Most of them are high volume work that is already underway, but it is still scary to be responsible. And in three weeks I might get to examine witnesses at a trial. I was asked to cover a hearing last week, but told the attorney he would have to wait just a little longer. I am so glad I am at a firm where I am going to get to do so much right away, but it is definitely intimidating too. |

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

Great fun for my lunch break thanks to OLS. I Never (true ones in bold):

smoked a cigarette (1 pack in high school. I HATE cigarettes)
crashed a friend's car
stolen a car
been in love
been dumped (really I've always done it, but they forced me to)
been fired
been in a fist fight
snuck out of your parent's house
had feelings for someone who didn't have them back
been arrested
gone on a blind date
lied to a friend
skipped school
seen someone die (twice, when I worked in healthcare)
had a crush on one of your internet friends
been to Canada
been to Mexico
been on a plane
purposely set a part of yourself on fire
eaten sushi
been jet-skiing
met someone in person from the internet (OLS)
been moshing at a concert
taken pain killers
loved and missed someone
made a snow angel
had a tea party
flown a kite
built a sand castle

gone puddle jumping
played dress up
jumped in a pile of leaves
gone sledding
cheated while playing a game
fallen asleep at work or school

used a fake id
watched a sun set
felt an earthquake
touched a snake
slept beneath the stars
been tickled
been robbed
been misunderstood
petted a reindeer/goat
won a contest
run a red light/stop sign

been suspended from school
been in a car accident (never a serious one)
had braces
eaten a whole pint of ice cream in one night
had deja vu
danced in the moonlight
liked the way you looked at least at one point in time

witnessed a crime
questioned your heart
been obsessed with post-it notes
squished barefoot through the mud (only as a child; I hate getting dirty)
been lost
been on the opposite side of the country
swam in the ocean
felt like dying
cried yourself to sleep

played cops and robbers
recently colored with crayons
sung karaoke
paid for a meal with only coins
done something you told yourself you wouldn't
made prank phone calls
laughed until some kinda beverage came out of your nose
(one of my father's favorite games)
caught a snow flake on your tongue
danced in the rain
written a letter to Santa Claus
been kissed under the mistletoe by your boy/girlfriend (Still hoping...)
watched the sun rise with someone you care about
blown bubbles

made a bonfire on the beach
crashed a party
gone rollerskating
had a wish come true
worn pearls

jumped off a bridge
ate dog/cat food
told a complete stranger that you loved them
kissed a mirror
sang in the shower (my parents have a steam bath and it is so cool when you sing certain notes)
had a dream you married someone
glued your hand to something
got your tongue stuck to something
kissed a fish or a frog
sat on a roof top
screamed at the top of your lungs

did a one handed cartwheel
talked on the phone for more the 6 hours
stayed up all night

not taken a shower for a week
picked and eaten an apple right off the tree
climbed a tree
had a tree house
admitted you are scared to watch scary movies alone
believed in ghosts
had more than 30 pairs of shoes at the same time (only because I can't make myself throw them away)
worn a really ugly outfit to school just to see what others would say
gone streaking
gone dingdong ditching
been pushed into a pool/hottub with all your clothes on
been told you're hot by a complete stranger
broken a bone
been easily amused
caught a fish

caught a butterfly
laughed so hard you cried
cried so hard you laughed

laughed so hard you pee your pants
cheated on a test (I just couldn't see the point of memorizing the period table when you can just look at it.)
had or do you currently have a Britney Spears CD
forgotten someone's name
french braided someone's hair
been kissed by someone you didn't like

gone skinny dipping in a pool /lake
been threatened to be kicked out of your house
been kicked out of your house

Good waste of time, but not nearly as fun as when it's a drinking game. |

Saturday, October 29, 2005

I'm a lawyer. :) |

Friday, October 28, 2005

I just got home and looked at my score breakdown for the bar exam. (Yes, I should be out drinking. That's another story. And soon to be remedied). Anyway, looking at my scores really reaffirms my law school philosophy. In law school I refused to take classes I thought sounded awful. If it was possible to learn them during bar review, I did not want to waste 14 weeks of my life on them. A LOT of people tried to make me nervous about the fact that I did not take secured transactions, commercial paper, or wills. I didn't listen to them in terms of course selection, but I wanted to wait for bar results before I was too insistent that I did the right thing. Other than criminal law (my first, true love) and contracts which was just a really easy question, my next highest essay scores were in those three subjects, being 5, 6, and 6 respectively. And I didn't take sales either. Boring. I am so grateful that I didn't take those classes. So grateful. I took classes I loved. So what if my seminar on advanced topics in criminal law did nothing more than enrich my mind? So what if I know more about cyberlaw than I do about how to format my blog? I enjoyed law school most days because I decided to enjoy it, and it did not hurt me on the bar. So, TAKE THE CLASSES THAT SOUND INTERESTING!

Also, in the last couple weeks as I began to freak out I started second guessing my studying philosophy too. I had a remarkably pleasant summer, splitting my time between studying, golf lessons, prosecuting misdemeanors once a week, and going out with friends. In the midst of it, I was pretty confident that I knew what I needed to do and was doing it. I was also pretty sure that I needed those other outlets to keep myself sane. Had I failed, I would be mad at myself for doing things other than studying, but that would be wrong of me. I needed variety and other stimulants in my life to keep myself focused, and I'm glad I trusted myself rather than giving into fear or peer pressure.

One last thing. I didn't take Barbri, I took Supreme Bar Review. I give it raves.

Thank God it's over. I'm never moving. |
Blogging raises bar passage rates! In Ohio we are 3 for 3! Congrats to Chris and OLS! Also, IL passed the Florida bar ages ago. WE ARE LAWYERS!!! |

Thursday, October 27, 2005

In case things don't go well tomorrow, I'm trying to think of alternative career paths.

1. Window washer - indoor only (not so into the heights thing) - I hate to clean, but for some reason I really like washing windows. Especially if they are really dirty. It's nice to see your hard work pay off right away.

2. Hostess at fancy restaurant - I like to wear nice dresses and I can smile for hours. I was once a waitress and I was horrible at it and when I mix drinks they always taste like pure alcohol, so I think I'm stuck with hostess if I aim for the food service industry. Fast food probably wouldn't work out so well either because it is just too dirty for me. I don't like to get dirty.

3. Coffee shop secret shopper - needs no explanation.

4. Moderately upscale prostitute - I would say high class, but I just can't believe there is much of a market for that in Columbus. I met quite a few not so upscale prostitutes when I worked at the PD's office, and I know I'm a step up from that. I know, it's degrading, dirty, dangerous... Aside from all that and the probably devastating emotional toll, it just sounds like such easy money.

5. Visitor's bureau representative - I am frighteningly enthusiastic about all that Columbus has to offer. First year the CBA rep at orientation told me I should work for the visitor's bureau. Is that what you are supposed to say to a 1L?

6. Restaurant critic - Okay, I would probably do this anyway if I had the chance. I love good food, but am very picky, and I always think people care about my opinions. In college I did an entire tutorial on writing criticism for print media, so it would still be kind of like I was using my education.

7. Peanut vendor - It would be awesome to sell peanuts at baseball games. I would do hockey too. And I would sell cotton candy if I had to even though I think it's gross. I'm not strong enough for beer though. Although maybe I could work up to that, because that's where the tips are. I couldn't get a job as an usher with the Mariners because I had a college degree, so the JD might be a slight impediment, but I could always leave it off my application. Sports almost every night could help make up for the less than stellar wages.

8. Private Investigator - I should already be charging for this. I am way too good at finding out information about people. If I had a license to do it I would have an excuse to take those steps that cross my mind but are out of line as an amateur.

I wanted to think of 10 possible careers so I would go to sleep tonight filled with hope no matter what happens, but I just can't think of anything else I have the right skills for. I'll think about it more if I have to, I guess. Now I'm going to bang my head against the wall to try to knock myself out for the night. |

Monday, October 24, 2005

Still freaking out. And still working. Paranoia is beginning to set in. This week at work I am busier than I have ever been, and I have convinced myself that it is because they are trying to get as much as they can out of me in case they have to fire me Friday. Only 3 more days of not knowing... |

Sunday, October 23, 2005

I'm not doing so well waiting for bar results. I was generally pretty calm before exams in law school. Except for that time that Starbucks was closed and I couldn't get my mocha. I think I handled the stress of preparing for the bar exam pretty well. I didn't obsess about how many MBE practice questions someone else told me they had done; I just focused on doing what I knew I had to do. I didn't leave the exam second guessing myself and I definitely did not go home and look up the issues I had questions about. But three months of anticipating results is apparently more than I can handle. I can no longer sleep or focus on work or listen to what other people are saying when I'm having a conversation. All I can do is imagine the moment of checking results. My visualization is so real that I forget I'm not actually in the moment. Then I imagine how to tell people if I fail. I think about who to email (work, friends I don't talk to that often). I think about who to text message (good friends who I have to tell but can't bear to speak to). I think about who to never speak to again (family, people from law school, anyone else who falls on the list of people who will think I am worthless if I fail). I think about how early to start drinking. I think about whether there is anyone I would actually be willing to see. I think about how much my firm would be screwed over by me failing. I think about whether or not they would fire me assuming I ever left my house again anyway. This is not healthy.

I also think about what I will do if I pass. I start to imagine who I will call first. I debate if I can get away with taking champagne to the office. I think about where I will go out to celebrate. I wonder who I will celebrate with. I make plans to finally decorate my office on Saturday. And then I start thinking about failing again.

I'm guessing I'm not the only one freaking out, but I hope others are feeling more peaceful I am. Good luck to all. |

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

The musician has a girlfriend. There goes the groupie plan. |

Sunday, October 16, 2005

I am not one of those girls who is into musicians. I'm into consultants and lawyers and men in suits. But last night I think I fell in love with a musician. I had seen this guy play once before, and back then I was barely able to control my giddiness when I was introduced to him after the show. I wanted to go see him play again, but I didn't know where to find him. Well, last night I saw him perform again. I was somewhere between ecstasy and asphyxia the entire time he was playing. He is tall and beautiful and when he starts to play everything else gets blurry. His shoes were even shined. He is a magnificent musician. I grew up around this kind of music, and I know what's good, and it is him. I know two places where he is playing in the next two weeks, and I really want to go hear him again. |

Saturday, October 15, 2005

He had his first real date with her and it went well. As he told me about it at breakfast, I knew I did the right thing. Being lonely and selfish is not reason enough to want to date someone, and I really do see him as just a good friend. He looked happier this morning than I have seen in a long time. Going on a date, whatever comes of it, is such a positive move for him, and I think it really reminds him that his life can be meaningful and fun. I saw in him the sort of hope I want to feel, and that in itself made me a little more hopeful. It was a good breakfast. |

Tuesday, October 11, 2005

I have a new crush. I haven't actually spoken to him. And he probably didn't even notice me. But he is my new crush anyway. I just have to figure out some way to run into him. Despite my excellent "research" skills, that is still not so easily done, considering he is a complete stranger. He was sitting at the next table today at the democratic judicial salute, so we potentially have politics in common, and maybe he would even recognize me if he saw me again. Maybe I can walk around a lot near his firm. Good plan. |

Sunday, October 09, 2005

I had coffee with OLS yesterday. It was fun to finally meet her. It was kind of strange for her to become a real person rather than a fictional character. I was totally nervous while I was waiting, for no good reason. We had coffee (actually she had chai) and talked about work and friends and guys. And about waiting for bar results. Good times. Hopefully we'll do it again soon.

Yesterday I also helped increase the odds that my friend is actually going to go out with the girl I introduced him to. Before, the situation ended up so that in spite of them both being interested, numbers were not exchanged. And then too much time passed for him to just go in and ask her out where she works without it being awkward. So yesterday I arranged for them to see each other again briefly, checked with her to make sure she would say yes, and then got her number for him to ask her out. He is going to call today and ask her out. From now on, they are on their own, and I hope it goes well. |

Wednesday, October 05, 2005

Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are having a baby? I am slightly tipsy from my evening at the athletic club, so I'm wondering if I'm just imagining it. So confusing. And Nick and Jessica are supposedly getting divorced (again). What is going on in the world? Next thing we know, the president will nominate an undistinguished, close personal friend with no judicial (or trial) experience to the Supreme Court. Oh wait. I guess Tom and Katie is not that shocking. |

Friday, September 30, 2005

I have been back at work for almost two months now, and, you know what, I love it. I am working on a huge federal case that is scheduled for trial in a few months and several other smaller cases. I'm doing some foreclosure work, which is far more tolerable than I expected. Everyone is very excited to have me there, appreciates my enthusiasm, and they are very welcoming in a different way than I saw before graduation. I am also so pleased with who they hired to start next fall. All of the summer clerks were very nice and did a good job from what I heard, but the person they hired will fit in really well and will be fun to have around. And nice to look at, too. I am just so grateful that I ended up where I did. I remember going to all those interviews for firms I knew I didn't want to work at and getting sucked into OCI because that's just what you do. So grateful.

Did I mention I'm joining the athletic club? Well, assuming the debt I accumulated in law school (other than loans) doesn't make my credit rating too low, I'm joing. This relates to the last point in that to work at one of the big firms I would have had to pretend I was someone I'm not. Part of what I enjoy about the athletic club is getting to play a role. Acting like I'm the kind of person who belongs to "the club." I am really excited about it though because it will be nice to have a gym two blocks from work, as well as a place to go for lunch or drinks or whatever. If anyone in Columbus ever wants to go, let me know. I'm obsessed.

Now I'm off to spend the night with the friend of the jealousy post. Yeah, I know. |

Sunday, September 25, 2005

I'm jealous.

I don't want to be, but I am. It's irrational, I know. It's not all consuming, and I think I'm hiding it well, but stil, I'm jealous. I have a very good male friend, who I have spent a lot of time with over the last year. He is always reliably available to get a drink, go out with me practically every Friday night, listen to my problems, conspire about my horrible "best friend" who treats him just as poorly, and sometimes hook up. It is the sort of relationhip where if everything were different, maybe we would date. But, neither one of us wants that at all. I am 100% sure that I do not want to date him and that if we did it would be a disaster. And he feels the same way. When we go out, we both flirt with other people and we talk about who we are interested in or what horrible dating ordeal we have just been through. He is the perfect kind of guy friend.

But now I have introduced him to a girl. It is the first time in my life that I have ever played matchmaker. I met this girl a few months ago and immediately knew he would think she was cute. She is very cute in a girl next door kind of way, with a great smile. She is very little, but curvy. His perfect woman, looks wise. She was new to town and single and when I mentioned it, she was interested in meeting him. I set up a first casual meeting, when he was hanging out with me, but basically she and I talked and he just sat there because we were rambling on so much. So she had no real opinion of him, and nothing happened after that. As I got to know her better, I realized that beyond looks, she really would be a great match for him. But I didn't want to arrange another forced meeting, plus that whole bar exam kept me a little busy. Until a couple of nights ago. He and I were supposed to go out and then I got a call to meet another friend, so he decided to meet us. And she was there. And they liked each other. It was cute. It's not like they are anywhere near actually dating, but I think there is a distinct possibility. And as I talked to him on the phone about how to ask her out, I realized I was jealous. I don't want to lose him as a friend, which I know I won't, but sometimes jealousy wins, at least for a moment, at 2:30 in the morning. |

Sunday, September 18, 2005

It was a great game, and a great trip. It was just so nice to actually relax and have fun. Before the game we stopped to have a drink and my friend just started laughing at me. It turned out it was because he couldn't believe how happy I looked. I couldn't stop smiling. Sitting outside, having a drink, watching the Indians fans swarm around me was all I could have asked for at that moment. Now I'm asking for them to win their next dozen or so games. Then I'll be really happy. |

Friday, September 16, 2005

Thanks to Chris, who I ran into this morning at Starbucks, I am once again excited about blogging and I'm thinking about what the future of this blog should be. I am not entirely sure yet, but I have a lot of ideas and I'm excited to implement them.

I am also VERY excited to go see the Indians play tonight. Go Tribe! |

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Recently, my life has devolved into pretty much just work, drinking with friends once or twice a week, and pretending that I can create a love life from thin air. Okay, aside from replacing law school with work, maybe none of that is really new. I feel more boring. But anyway, the point is, that’s my first excuse for not writing much lately. My second excuse is Hurricane Katrina. (Is that supposed to be capitalized? Just Katrina?)

So, here’s why I haven’t written. I can’t. I can’t watch television. I can’t read the newspaper. I can’t talk to people. I can’t even view the MSN homepage peripherally. Of course, I still do these things to a limited extent, but I can’t handle it. Actually, I do these things enough that I probably haven’t missed any real news that has been reported. I hope that I have missed a few recycled video montages and overly dramatic reports by reporters who don’t even realized that they can’t possibly over dramatize this. I hope that I have missed a few stories about Bush’s idiocy, just to keep my anger level at a manageable level. But, the point is, I do know what has happened to the people of the Gulf Coast and to America, and I can’t handle it.

It started slowly. The days leading up to the hurricane hitting, I was worried. A good friend of mine who is from New Orleans (home visiting at the time) reported that everyone was evacuating and she wasn’t sure when she would be back in Columbus. Once it hit, it was time to start waiting for information. It was immediately clear how horrible the devastation was. (Maybe I should work for FEMA?) There was that sense of helplessness and sadness that accompanies disasters of this magnitude. As more news and photographs were released, the despair grew, I’m certain for those living it, and also for those of us watching and caring from afar. The news just got worse and worse as the days went on. By the weekend, I was starting to cry every time I read another news story, whether it was about children reaching safety, the federal government’s atrocious response, or details of the destruction. At church, I had to tune out when they started talking about the flood and medical kits we were sending to the South, or else I would have interrupted the announcement with my crying. All this crying has me kind of confused, but the past month or so has been very emotionally charged for me, and Hurricane Katrina certainly warrants tears if anything does, I suppose.

On Labor Day, I watched A Love Song for Bobby Long. I loved the movie. I had rented it not knowing it was about New Orleans. It was a beautiful movie with beautiful acting. I enjoyed it so much that I decided to watch the special features. After watching the deleted scenes, I started to watch some sort of commentary. The writer started talking about how Bobby Long represents New Orleans, and then she started to talk about the “beauty of decay.” It was just too much for me. I ended up hysterical. Every movie I’ve seen that was set in New Orleans became some sort of grotesque montage in my mind. I was overwhelmed by images from the pictures and stories shared with me by my parents who have been going to the Jazz Fest for nearly 20 years. I couldn’t handle it, so I tried to block it all out.

But, that evening, I had dinner at a friend’s house with her parents, another couple, and with the friend from New Orleans, who had made it safely back to Columbus. The conversation revolved around nothing but the hurricane. Everyone was angry, talking about taking in anyone who needed a place to stay, thinking about what should have been handled differently. No one seemed to consider that maybe my friend didn’t want to listen to people rant like it was solely a political issue, when everything she had known as a child was gone. Her close family is okay, but their homes are gone and her father is despondent, suddenly being unemployed. The generations of her family have countless people who they know and care about who are unaccounted for and will probably never be heard from again even if they are okay. I looked at her sitting there, engaged in conversation, but seeming removed and hauntingly sad, and the reality is that it will never be okay. Getting through this healthy and eventually finding a new job and a new home is the best case scenario. But that still leaves hundreds of thousands of people forever without the context of friends, extended family, history, culture, neighborhoods, familiarity, and relationships built over many generations. A headline online today read “Should New Orleans Be Rebuilt?” I guess I think that as a nationwide community, we should do whatever we can to rebuild people’s lives. |

Monday, September 12, 2005

News flash: The Indians are leading the AL wild card race by a game and a half! There is no mention of the Indians anywhere. It's all about the Yankees vs. the Red Sox, or who will win the NL wild card, or stories about players faltering without their steroids. The Indians have won their last 7, and may really have a shot at making the playoffs. Fine, don't give them any press. Let them quietly continue winning, and I will have no complaints. I'm going to see then this Friday, and, hopefully, if I can find someone to go with me, I'll also go to the last game of the season, against the White Sox. |

Tuesday, August 30, 2005

I realize that all I have been writing about lately is my love life. The problem is that now that I'm working full time, I don't feel comfortable talking about work, but I also don't have much else to talk about. Law school is this bizarre shared experience that a lot of people could relate to. But now I don't think I have anything to write about that is interesting for anyone else to read. My love life might be interesting enough in a kind of humorous way, but because of the level of censorship that is necessary, it's not. So, I either need to come up with some new spin on my life or quit this online rambling about myself. |