I’m at home, working on my journal note, when everyone I know is out club hopping. Blah…
But Happy Halloween everyone!
For those of you interested I was weired out by these vintage Halloween photos over at BuzzFeed. Weird…
Please, allow me to rant.
You do not have the right to be rude to other students you may not know. When someone asks an open question and you choose to respond with an incomplete answer–DO NOT COME BACK AND TELL ME THAT I WAS THE RUDE ONE. You should have known that your answer was incomplete in the first place and thus should have expected that I may point that out to you in response.
Further, you got into law school–big freaking deal. Now you have to start acting professional which includes DEALING WITH CONFLICT. FOR THE LOVE OF BABY JESUS! YOU ARE ENTERING A FIELD WHERE YOU DEAL WITH OTHER PEOPLE’S CONFLICT. And dealing with conflict does not mean just passing off someone’s comments as being rude.
Also, you should be aware that people have different types of communication styles–so don’t take it so personally.
Wow, two sexual harrassment suits cited for a Wednesday!
TaxProf Blog has a post up on the number of hours law students study at various law schools. As both a skeptic and one trained in statistics I wouldn’t rely on the data, but it is interesting none the less.
I think I study about four hours a day and write about two-three hours a day. You?
Thoughts on any of these?
I would say that my law school has several social events every week and weekend, which is great. I never have to make plans because plans are always made for me if I want it that way. Lately, it seems like there is too much going on and by too much I mean that I never get to go because my plate is already overflowing.
So, over the weekend a friend asked me if I was going to Friday night’s event. I said no because I had a paper due that day and mock trial practice the next day. Sounds fair. I’m trying to keep my ducks in a row and on top of many projects. The next day this same friend asked if I was going to another event to which I again said no because I needed to write a rough draft of a direct examination that was due Monday. She asked what a direct examination was so I explained, and then tried to tell her that writing questions isn’t the easiest thing to do. She just looked at me like I was strange and almost as if she didn’t buy that a direct examination would take me that long. I couldn’t help but feel she was judging me for not going out and partying it up. I just wanted to point out that some people have more work to do than others which means weekends become pockets of productivity.
While I understand that some people develop more of a social life in law school than they did as undergraduates I’d just like to remind those same people every now and then that others have work to do–so don’t take it personally and don’t label me anti-social. Trust me, if I didn’t have a brief, a methods paper, a note outline, class reading, and mock trial practice I’m pretty sure I be out too.
Know what I’m saying?
My Halloween fright came early this year. At first I thought I wouldn’t mention it but after hearing how another blogger’s father had a heart attack I thought I should.
My roommate had a heart attack last week.
He, like many others, didn’t think he was having a heart attack but wanted to tell us that he wasn’t feeling well. I’m so glad that he did because all the symptoms one supposedly has while experiencing a heart attack were there. Because I knew that we didn’t have any aspirin in the house I quickly had J run to the store to get some while I watched the roomie. Roomie was worried because as a student without health insurance he didn’t know what he should do. Would it pass? Was it essential to run to the ER? How much would this cost? I decided to call 911 because I was scared, didn’t know what I should do, and felt that the roomie was being stubborn in ways. The operator had me give him an aspirin and have him chew it. The medics arrived and he seemed to be better after the aspirin so he turned down the offer to go to the hospital.
I’m glad everything went smoothly and that he was feeling better, but I’m nervous that it could happen again. I thought having depression my first year of law school was bad, but I suppose surviving a heart attack takes the cake.
Now I carry aspirin with me. And I know to have someone chew it.
Yes, law school is tough.