It's now mid-October, the time when the bar association said that our test results would be ready. Each morning I wake up with a pit of fear in my stomach, wondering if a) the results are up and b) I passed. Each day gets a little bit tougher. The swearing-in ceremony is October 29. The bar has to tell us before then, right? And hopefully not the day before, as I live 90 miles from the capital.
I just want this wait finished. I'm tired, scared, and broke. And I know I'm not the only one. I wonder how many other states haven't announced the results yet. I know that North Carolina, Indiana, and Utah have announced.
If you're in one of the states that hasn't released its results yet, you're not alone. That pit of fear just might be nation-wide and we each get a little piece.
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Sunday, October 7, 2007
My Old Job
Before I went to law school, I worked for a software engineering company. I did a lot of different jobs, usually under 1 job title, which rarely described my work. I would venture to say that most people's job descriptions barely touch what they actually do.
Anyway, I worked there for 5 years, and I still feel kinda like it's a part of me. For instance, every so often I check the company's website. I feel especially like the site is my baby because I was deeply involved in the redesign of the site a about 5 years ago now.
The company employs many people who are foreign nationals because the work done there is highly specialized and there just aren't that many people who do that kind of work. This creates a language barrier. The problem with that is that I am a grammar freak. I made it one of my missions when I worked there to ensure that as few grammatical errors left the building as possible.
The company has redesigned its site again. Visually, it is perfect. Unfortunately, the grammar is not. I wish I could go back there and fix it for the company!
But I can't. Still, I hope the company continues to do well.
Anyway, I worked there for 5 years, and I still feel kinda like it's a part of me. For instance, every so often I check the company's website. I feel especially like the site is my baby because I was deeply involved in the redesign of the site a about 5 years ago now.
The company employs many people who are foreign nationals because the work done there is highly specialized and there just aren't that many people who do that kind of work. This creates a language barrier. The problem with that is that I am a grammar freak. I made it one of my missions when I worked there to ensure that as few grammatical errors left the building as possible.
The company has redesigned its site again. Visually, it is perfect. Unfortunately, the grammar is not. I wish I could go back there and fix it for the company!
But I can't. Still, I hope the company continues to do well.
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Poor Britney
I feel really badly for Britney Spears. I do think it was wise of the judge to decide that her boys should stay with their dad now. I want her to get better. It makes me wonder about the power of the media. Yes, she carries some of the blame for inviting the media into her life. But still, something is clearly going on in her head.
I have no doubt that she loves her kids. The problem is, her entire career has been based on publicity. How is she supposed to do better? When I look at some of her photos, she looks so resigned and sad. It's almost as if when she messes up, why hide it? The media is going to get photos regardless, so why hide it?
I hope that she can go to a good rehab and develop herself again.
I wish we could just let her do that.
God speed, Britney.
I have no doubt that she loves her kids. The problem is, her entire career has been based on publicity. How is she supposed to do better? When I look at some of her photos, she looks so resigned and sad. It's almost as if when she messes up, why hide it? The media is going to get photos regardless, so why hide it?
I hope that she can go to a good rehab and develop herself again.
I wish we could just let her do that.
God speed, Britney.
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Paranoid? Maybe
I'm pretty sure my father never wanted a family. I only have circumstantial proof of this:
1. Pennsylvania - we lived there during 3 Mile Island. Although we did not live near the area, I figure that was just an oversight or practice for my dad.
2. Kansas - we lived in Wichita when the BTK killer was doing his thing. I was raised Lutheran and so was BTK. With my luck, we all went to the same church.
3. Florida - we lived in Orlando when Adam Walsh was murdered. (John Walsh's of America's Most Wanted fame son.) Again, his murder happened in Hollywood, which is not near Orlando, but still, there's beginning to be a pattern here.
4. California - we lived in Orange County during the Night Stalker years. This time got close, the serial killer attacked a couple who lived near my church and also slept under a bridge near my junior high school. Also, a good friend was shot in a drive-by while he and I were walking to the store. Luckily the bullet was a paint ball, but it just as easily could not have been.
That's all the proof I have for now. If I find more, then the paranoia will continue.
1. Pennsylvania - we lived there during 3 Mile Island. Although we did not live near the area, I figure that was just an oversight or practice for my dad.
2. Kansas - we lived in Wichita when the BTK killer was doing his thing. I was raised Lutheran and so was BTK. With my luck, we all went to the same church.
3. Florida - we lived in Orlando when Adam Walsh was murdered. (John Walsh's of America's Most Wanted fame son.) Again, his murder happened in Hollywood, which is not near Orlando, but still, there's beginning to be a pattern here.
4. California - we lived in Orange County during the Night Stalker years. This time got close, the serial killer attacked a couple who lived near my church and also slept under a bridge near my junior high school. Also, a good friend was shot in a drive-by while he and I were walking to the store. Luckily the bullet was a paint ball, but it just as easily could not have been.
That's all the proof I have for now. If I find more, then the paranoia will continue.
Thursday, September 20, 2007
Bugs & Bravery
Life in this nifty apartment has been good so far. I've only seen a couple of water bugs, and those run under the wall in the bathroom before I can get to them. Plus, they don't creep me out like larger insects which create a sound upon death.
Anyone who knows me knows my rabid fear of spiders and cockroaches. It's hard for me to even type those words, because if I do, it's like an invitation for them to show up. My fear is so bad that I once made my college roommate break a date and come back to our dorm room to kill a roach. I figure I can tell you this because I will never live that down.
A couple of days ago, I, big, strong, brave me, killed a spider all by myself, armed with only a 2-ply Kleenex. I did spend the next 24 hours watching for anything that looked like it had moved in the apartment, but I got better.
This morning, Bug, my cat, (the irony is not lost on me either) was watching under the bed the ways cats do when something's moving. You know what's under the bed, right? Evil. Pure evil. Any Stephen King book or horror movie can tell you that. All I could do is look Bug straight in the eye and say, "I hate you".
Anyone who knows me knows my rabid fear of spiders and cockroaches. It's hard for me to even type those words, because if I do, it's like an invitation for them to show up. My fear is so bad that I once made my college roommate break a date and come back to our dorm room to kill a roach. I figure I can tell you this because I will never live that down.
A couple of days ago, I, big, strong, brave me, killed a spider all by myself, armed with only a 2-ply Kleenex. I did spend the next 24 hours watching for anything that looked like it had moved in the apartment, but I got better.
This morning, Bug, my cat, (the irony is not lost on me either) was watching under the bed the ways cats do when something's moving. You know what's under the bed, right? Evil. Pure evil. Any Stephen King book or horror movie can tell you that. All I could do is look Bug straight in the eye and say, "I hate you".
Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Another Reason to Maintain Oral Hygiene
According to a recent article in Oral Diseases journal, the risk of transmitting HIV from oral sex is increased when partners do not practice good dental hygiene.
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Monday, September 17, 2007
"So I Don't Get Caught"
Today I got to have lunch with my fabulous brother. This is a rare treat, because we live so far away from each other. He has an adorable son, my nephew. He and my sister-in-law have been working to be good parents to my nephew. They've been trying new strategies for discipline and schedules. My nephew is a new kindergartner. (OMG, I'm getting old.)
Anyway, my brother and I were talking about his new strategies versus the way we were raised. We were definitely raised in a "spare the rod" household. Anyway, over tasty Italian, it came down to this:
"What did we learn from the discipline we received from our father?"
"Not to get caught."
Yeah, that's it. Not, "Don't do that again". Not, "I'm sorry." It was, "Don't get caught." We learned nothing positive from that discipline. We just learned to cover our tracks.
Congratulations to my brother and sister-in-law. I think they might be able to get it right.
Anyway, my brother and I were talking about his new strategies versus the way we were raised. We were definitely raised in a "spare the rod" household. Anyway, over tasty Italian, it came down to this:
"What did we learn from the discipline we received from our father?"
"Not to get caught."
Yeah, that's it. Not, "Don't do that again". Not, "I'm sorry." It was, "Don't get caught." We learned nothing positive from that discipline. We just learned to cover our tracks.
Congratulations to my brother and sister-in-law. I think they might be able to get it right.
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