tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54887792011-04-21T17:30:39.012-07:00What Would Gilligan Do?The trials and tribulations of an aging hellbound liberal as she returns to college to earn her law degreeRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comBlogger331100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1123383043273120642005-08-06T19:41:00.000-07:002005-08-06T19:50:43.280-07:00Today, Joe and I got to reunite with some of my favorite people---the former staff members of the daily university paper. It had been too long since we'd seen many of them, and I was happily reminded of why I liked them so much in the first place. One of them admonished me to blog more, so here. There's been so much going on since my last blog, that it's hard to know where to begin, and Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1089779466201549342004-07-13T21:15:00.000-07:002004-07-13T21:31:22.140-07:00Tonight, I finished reading, "Four Trials," by newly-selected Democratic Vice Presidential candidate, Senator John Edwards. Anyone who still thinks punitive damages are "un-American" after reading Edwards' depiction of Valerie Lakey's near-fatal encounter with a mismanufactured swimming pool drain is officially Borg.
I've uploaded some of my GarageBand tunes to www.macidol.com:80/jamroom/Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1085936941504050982004-05-30T09:42:00.000-07:002004-05-30T10:09:01.503-07:00So far, so good on the law firm position. I love it! It's exciting to watch how a law office *really* functions, and as I see the cases come in and out, my Civil Procedure course is starting, retroactively, to make some sense!
My husband and I encountered a living example of irony last night---the Wally World denizen restocking the candy aisle was a grumpy, passive-aggressive little woman of Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1084503153150502932004-05-13T19:33:00.000-07:002004-05-13T19:52:33.150-07:00My husband and I went out tonight to (modestly) celebrate my final grades. There was a distinct overall improvement, due mainly to a difference in the organization of my answers and the methodology I employed in studying this year. I shifted my focus as far as how I approached the information, and apparently, it worked. Yes, I'd still like to be a perfect law student, but then again, I'd also Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1083961300242810472004-05-07T13:11:00.000-07:002004-05-07T13:24:54.466-07:00Well, it's over. My friends and I have officially survived our first year of law school, and have made the transition from 1L to 2L. Though grades still depend upon how the curve works out, I feel far better this semester about my exams (both the preparation and execution) than I did first semester.
I was surprised to feel the sadness which arrived yesterday morning. One of my professors Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1082001146955142242004-04-14T20:44:00.000-07:002004-04-14T20:59:11.046-07:00Just a brief update before I hit the bed tonight. I've gotten the job with the law firm in town for at least part of the summer, and I've made it past the first round of interviews for the Chicago internship. I should hear back from Chicago by the 16th. Molly the Wonderdog and I are participating in a charity walk this Saturday; it's a fundraiser for a law professor suffering from cancer. SoRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1081738101528292432004-04-11T19:30:00.000-07:002004-04-11T19:51:09.610-07:00March can best be summed up as a contest of wills between me and my stomach lining. Lots of interpersonal drama, coupled with stress over exam preparation, made the month less than pleasant. Enough said.
In the meantime, I've won the job teaching LSAT seminars. This week, I also interviewed for an internship with DePaul University in Chicago, and a clerical position with a local law firm, bothRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1076782526060131492004-02-14T10:06:00.000-08:002004-02-14T10:17:17.233-08:00Happy Valentine's Day, for those celebrating. My husband and I prefer to wait until the 21st of February, the anniversary of our first kiss, to celebrate; the fact there's clearance-priced chocolate available the week after Valentine's Day adds to the charm of doing it our way.
I've been diagnosed with hypertension (oh, goody), and am having to take off Monday to see my doctor. Turns out Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1076119120851788972004-02-06T17:20:00.000-08:002004-02-06T18:00:23.640-08:00Is it just me, or are our priorities seriously messed up as a nation when Janet Jackson's armored boob garners more news coverage than a terroristic poison attack on the Senate? I'm just sayin'...
Back in the fall, all us 1Ls were herded into a campus auditorium and lectured on the dangers of drugs, alcohol and large amounts of cash. The state Bar Association, in a presentation which hearkenedRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1066883056253177452003-10-22T21:24:00.000-07:002003-10-22T21:24:16.090-07:00I almost forgot! Last week, I had the opportunity to hear our state's Supreme Court Chief Justice speak on the topic of Gideon v. Wainwright and the Right to Counsel. It was moving. I had no idea Criminal Defense was in such a Third World state here. One defendant he told us about had languished in the county jail for two years simply awaiting arraignment on a misdemeanor charge which could Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1066882814027765122003-10-22T21:20:00.000-07:002003-10-22T21:20:13.920-07:00Phew! Over a month just flew by, and I hardly noticed! I've been busy getting to know some of the 2 and 3Ls around here, and I've caught the "joiner" bug for the first time since high school. So far, I've become a member of Habitat for Humanity, the Environmental Law Society, Law Association for Women, Delta Theta Phi, the Public Interest Law Clinic, and the Federal Bar Association (student Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1063602897078861172003-09-14T22:10:00.000-07:002003-09-14T22:14:57.130-07:00I spent the weekend belatedly celebrating my birthday with my husband at home. He gave me several presents, including "One-L," the Scott Turow novel about his experiences at Harvard Law School. We went out to dinner and just enjoyed one another's company all weekend. I hated to leave.
For the first time this semester, I brought work home to complete over the weekend. I have avoided it, Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1063058091340572942003-09-08T14:54:00.000-07:002003-09-08T14:54:51.460-07:00The following represents overkill of the highest degree, performed by an anal-retentive noodge who can't stand to be wrong. Fortunately, in this instance, she isn't.
This first excerpt is cut and pasted from www.askoxford.com:
"Italian words are usually stressed on the penultimate syllable:
casa, marito, intelligente "
The following is a lengthy result found by entering "Bolognese" into a Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1062865586801574412003-09-06T09:26:00.000-07:002003-09-06T09:30:59.830-07:00As I pointed out in my last post, law school is not what you might have heard it is. First of all, I came in fully expecting nightly reading assignments of a hundred pages in each class. I had undergrad classes which made that demand, so I anticipated the same from law school. NOPE. My nightly reading assignments are usually around twenty pages (or three cases) for each of my five classes. IRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1061785958676103912003-08-24T21:32:00.000-07:002003-08-24T21:32:38.706-07:00Thursday night, my mother-in-law, brother-in-law and his wife, a niece and nephew of mine and I all had dinner at a restaurant specializing in German cuisine. This place was awesome!
Just over the county line, there are two beer stores facing each other across the highway. One of them shares a building with a small country grocery store and "The Bavarian Garden," the only place within a Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1061785249383171542003-08-24T21:20:00.000-07:002003-08-24T21:20:49.426-07:00Today I was able to confirm (by watching VH1) what I have suspected for a week now: my Property law professor looks like a tanned Freddie Mercury, deceased lead singer of "Queen." If he shows up in class wearing a black and white unitard, I'm out of there...Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1061784948648300072003-08-24T21:15:00.000-07:002003-08-24T21:15:48.690-07:00Tomorrow marks my second week of law school, and I have to confess to a case of the Sunday night blues. I'm ahead in both my morning classes, and thanks to some recent fixes on the University website, I'm caught up in my afternoon class. I've packed my 600 pounds of books, laid out my clothes for tomorrow, and updated my iCal schedule to include the new assignments. Still, my husband is half a Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1061435163709183022003-08-20T20:06:00.000-07:002003-08-20T20:06:03.746-07:00Where to begin? The first thing I'd like to point out is this: law school is not like the movies. Unless I have somehow managed to secure the only five well-adjusted instructors in America, law school professors don't eat 1L's for breakfast. Overall, I've been impressed by the level of civility and campus-wide courtesy I've encountered. Also, I'm not elbow-deep in Dittoheads, which is an Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1059611133723065092003-07-30T17:25:00.000-07:002003-07-30T17:27:50.990-07:00Oftentimes in the past, I have fantasized about being the proud owner of a trained monkey. I see me raising him to wear natty little sailor outfits, teaching him reflexology, and wearing him as an accessory on my shoulder. I must admit, however, that petty details such as Ebola have dampened my enthusiasm somewhat. Having now seen "28 Days Later," I have officially moved on.
I will miss my Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1058530257022312622003-07-18T05:10:00.000-07:002003-07-18T05:13:46.460-07:00Well, it looks as if my mother-in-law has cleared out some significant space for me in her home in preparation for my move. She has dedicated a guest bedroom to me, and one of the storage sheds out back has been declared my territory. There are tons of shelves and a desk, and the shed's even air conditioned! I will be able to study there as well as paint and throw pottery. It will help a lot Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1057546459526196512003-07-06T19:54:00.000-07:002003-07-06T19:54:19.413-07:00My blog finally has a lag in posts! Alright, another landmark in my blogging career...
I've been spending lots of time reading about the latest Supreme Court decisions issued recently. It's a little hard to wrap my brain around the fact that sodomy laws were just found unconstitutional. This is big, very big...possibly as big as the Dred Scott decision eventually. I will be excited to see Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056771152309784822003-06-27T20:32:00.000-07:002003-06-27T20:42:34.046-07:00So I had to trade one Gregory Peck for Strom Thurmond *and* Lester Maddox. I'll miss Greg, but I swear I felt the world get lighter...
Turns out the prosecuting attorney in the landmark tobacco lawsuit, Richard "Dickie" Scruggs, is the one who cosigned the loan for Amy Tuck. Dickie, who also happens to be Trent "I said I'm sorry" Lott's brother-in-law, is one of the most influential Democrats Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056676540009733322003-06-26T18:15:00.000-07:002003-06-27T20:34:17.033-07:00Three big news stories today:
*Lt. Governor Amy Tuck in hot water over campaign loan source
*Sodomy laws declared unconstitutional
*"Windshield Murderer" found guilty of murder, failure to render aid
And I thought today would be dull.
Countdown: T-minus 48 days and loving it...Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056593791945259232003-06-25T19:16:00.000-07:002003-06-25T19:16:31.983-07:00Last Monday, June 16th, we lost our female Dachshund, Heidi, to old age. I woke up uncharacteristically early and found her cold and stiff downstairs. The night before, my husband and I had tearfully decided to take her to the vet and have her put to sleep; I guess she wanted to save us the trouble.
It had been estimated she was somewhere near fifteen years old. She had come to us as a Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056509039122832112003-06-24T19:43:00.000-07:002003-06-24T19:43:59.170-07:00Busy again today, but still bored. Just wanted to share a quote...
"As you go the way of life, you will see a chasm. Jump. It's not as deep as you think."
Isn't that awesome?
If you know anyone needing to get over a Brad Pitt fixation, tell them to rent the movie Kalifornia. It'll detox 'em right away. Plus, Ensign Ro is in the flick, too. I like her. She had a nasty attitude and kickedRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056427309685055652003-06-23T21:01:00.000-07:002003-06-23T21:05:26.916-07:00It was a busy day, and I don't have much to post, but I did start thinking of deathmatches I'd like to see. In these, it would not matter who won, because I would detest both people/creatures/robots involved. For example, I'd like to see Jake Sisko beaten to death with the corpse of Wesley Crusher. I'd pay good money to see Vicki, the robot girl from "Small Wonder" kick Twikki (the annoying Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056291623230071462003-06-22T07:20:00.000-07:002003-06-22T07:20:23.210-07:00The hardest part about going to law school will be separation from my husband. He will remain in our hometown, while I move in with his mother about fifteen minutes from school. This will be the arrangement until he is able to find a job over there.
It's going to suck.
We were apart for four years during our undergrad years. There were lots of long distance phone calls, and he drove an Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056216579897916872003-06-21T10:29:00.000-07:002003-06-21T10:31:28.270-07:00I read an article two days ago regarding a decision on behalf of the Southern Baptist Convention to actively recruit homosexuals into their fold. While they remain staunchly opposed to same sex marriage, and they still believe they can "liberate" homosexuals, converting them into heterosexuals, they have concluded that their rabid gay-bashing might have had some deleterious effects upon their Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056166110419182772003-06-20T20:28:00.000-07:002003-06-20T20:35:14.940-07:00I wouldn't want to leave my readers with the impression I won't be covering taboo topics here. I will wade waist-deep in controversy as the mood strikes. But as a part of general, everyday conversation, I prefer that my coworkers and I stick to topics less likely to start WWIII. I've discovered through trial and *much* error that most people cannot discuss things without getting emotionally Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056074154643444172003-06-19T18:55:00.000-07:002003-06-19T19:02:48.580-07:00Currently, I work in manufacturing sales. I help my clients design packaging for their products, then handle the pricing and sales for them. One of my clients is a local fruit grower who gives me the complete and total cooties. He's one of those people who gives you *too* much eye contact, crossing the line between good conversational skills and just plain staring. He also seems to have a Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1056071669351494092003-06-19T18:14:00.000-07:002003-06-19T18:14:29.400-07:00Yesterday was a real buzzkill. Our receptionist, an older lady of whom I am greatly fond, photocopied a junk fax of "Footprints," and was cheerily distributing them to everyone who passed her desk. Earlier that morning, I had tossed the original and faxed back a request to the anonymous sender to remove our fax from their database, so I was disappointed to see it had been sent again.
As she Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1055997685043344012003-06-18T21:41:00.000-07:002003-06-18T21:44:38.096-07:00During the long, boring stretches without orders at work (YEAH, the economy sure is getting better, yessiree...), I have begun listing things to entertain myself. So far, I've listed the states, the Presidents, and all eighty-two counties in Mississippi. Yesterday, I discovered I could list all my teachers for all twelve years of school.
Here's today's list:
Top Five Greatest Courtroom DramasRebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5488779.post-1055895801062017662003-06-17T17:23:00.000-07:002003-06-17T17:24:17.886-07:00Hello, and welcome to my blog. I'm a 32-year old recovering schoolteacher who has decided to return to college to major in law. I also happen to be a raging liberal stuck in a town just south of the Bible Belt's big, shiny buckle. I'll be tracking my progress through this huge transition, and I hope you'll enjoy the ride.
School begins in T-minus 57 days...not that I'm counting. Rebeccahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06023365185688546331noreply@blogger.com