Sunday, August 26, 2007

bridesmaidery and the bar exam

I have two friends getting married next year and have been asked to be a bridesmaid in both weddings. Unfortunately, one is out of town (about a 4 hour drive) and right in the middle of bar review. There has been some conflict between this friend and I in discussing the importance of the bar vs. the importance of a wedding, a quite dreadful comparison to make. We're trying to work it out. Essentially, I would need to spend a Thursday and Friday in transit/ at wedding events. I wish Bar/Bri released the schedule earlier so I could figure out what, if anything, I would be missing. I don't want the test to come before a friendship, but I also have worked really hard for this and want to do everything in my power to pass that fucker on the first try. Thoughts?

Friday, August 24, 2007

Back in the saddle

After a trip to a wine bar with two friends a few nights ago, one friend e-mailed me "I love 3L so much I could marry it." Another friend (and here I use the term loosely, she is not someone I'm particularly close to) said to me earlier that week: "SKH, you seem a lot more relaxed and mellow than in previous semesters. Before you were always running around and seemed really stressed." I don't think I'm going to be much less busy than in previous semesters - I'm taking a few less units, thanks to the hellish load I took last fall. But, I'm still going to be interning 2 days/ semester, I have 2 competitions this semester as opposed to one, I have a midterm, a class with an early final, and the MPRE to deal with. But, I just don't have it in me to stress any more. Or, I've just gotten used to a sustained level of stress and become desensitized. Maybe an anecdote will explain better...

I was walking home from school on Tuesday when I noticed that my new bag was dripping all over my cute new business dress. In a pattern that would lead a passer by to think I'd peed my pants. I stopped, discovering that my 20 oz water bottle was not properly closed and had spilled in my bag, ruining my Cal Civ Pro book and, potentially, my lap top cord. I didn't cry or break down or call the husband or my mom. I just picked up the pace and kept walking. What else could I do?