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Thursday, January 05, 2006

Officially Shutting Down

Hey ya'll, I'm pretty sure no one visits this blog anymore,....it was too much to keep up with two blogs!

But just in case you land at this site, check out my updated-daily blog here....

Tuesday, May 10, 2005

Officially Changing Gears

This blog is going to change pretty soon...as in, the next time I post to it.

Originally I wanted to keep this blog going as a separate entity from my usual blog since I didn't want law school and Other Life Stuff to become melded into one big blob. Er, blog. But in reality, that's just not a very practical wish. Because like it or not, law school WILL be a very very significant part of my life, indistinguishable from the rest starting in September. So...

So I'm going to turn this blog into a practical advice sort of blog. I've told a number of my friends to feel free to email or call with any questions they may have about LSATs, law school apps, law schools, or the law school experience in general. I love advising and that sort of thing, so instead of just confining my advice to those reply-emails, I'm going to post some of that stuff here. That way anyone who wants to get advice and happens to run into my blog can get one more real perspective.

Til next time...

Monday, April 25, 2005

THIS is What I Have to Look Forward To?

Like many people, I eagerly log onto Jeremy Blachman's blog almost daily to read up on his latest musings and humorous installments--all are absolute confections for the mind. Today's post was a bit disturbing, though. I know Jeremy's just trying to be satirical and funny, but...actually I'm pretty sure that he's half-serious.

Jeremy's an entire three years ahead of me, so just as I graduate from college in a couple weeks, he'll be graduating from HLS. Annnnd his big secret, as he puts it, is that "I don't know any law." Three years at Harvard, and he doesn't know hardly any law. Instead, Jeremy writes, he has learned how to think, how to fabricate believable (though not necessarily credible) arguments, and how to wield his Harvard Law education as a tool of fun and trickery.

In the end, Jeremy says he learned only a handful of things: "The law is whatever judges want it to be. The Socratic Method can be used very well, and very badly. Walter Gropius was a hack. Some of my classmates will get my vote when they run for Congress. Some of them will not. Boston winters are long. The Red Sox are awesome."

As I start my own three years at Harvard, I can't help but wonder if I'll come away in 2008 with similar things to say. Again, Jeremy's column was, at the very least, primarily satirical and cynical. But...there's a strain of truth throughout, and that's a bit disturbing.

But the Red Sox are awesome.
I'm beginning to dread mail that bears "Harvard" anything in the return address area. The paperwork is starting to filter in...last week it was all those health forms and the vaccination waiver and...so today I wasn't too pleased to get another piece of mail--at first. When I saw that it was from the Housing Office, I got really excited!

Eagerly, I ripped open the envelope, quickly scanned the letter, and literally yelped and jumped up out of my chair with a loud "YAY!" YAY, not because I'm in Gropius...YAY, not because I'm in a Gropius Type I room (read: TINY, although I will be paying a relatively low fee for it--only $5600 plus change)...YAY, not because my floor doesn't even have a girls' bathroom. But YAY, because I'll be living on the floor with other Christian Fellowship folks! I think Kenny mentioned that he, Will, Tracey, and one other person will be there too. Awesome.

I'd been praying about this and getting antsy for a response recently; I think I even emailed Brooks a couple days ago to see if he'd heard anything yet--and the deadline was only April 15! Like I may have said before, patience is not one of my strong suits.

Anyways, all's well. I'll be in a tiny room, but in good company. I wouldn't rather have it any other way. :-)

Sunday, April 24, 2005

More on the Nature of True Boston

I know I had a post similar to this one before I left for spring break, but Cookie sent me a great forward, and it's just really fitting to add some of this additional info:


There's no school on
School Street, no court on Court Street, no dock on Dock Square, no water on Water Street.

Back Bay
streets are in alphabetical "oddah": Arlington, Berkeley, Clarendon, Dartmouth, etc.

So are South Boston streets: A, B, C, D, etc.

If the streets are named after trees (e.g. Walnut, Chestnut, Cedar),
you're on Beacon Hill.

If they're named after poets, you're in Wellesley.

The West End and Scollay Square are no more; a guy named Rappaport got rid of them one night.

Roxbury is The Burry, Jamaica Plain is J.P.

Frappes have ice cream, milkshakes don't.

If it is fizzy and flavored, it's tonic.

Soda is CLUB SODA.

"Pop" is Dad.

When we want Tonic WATER, we will ask for Tonic WATER.

The smallest beer is a pint.

Scrod is whatever they tell you it is, usually fish
(If you paid more than $6/pound, you got scrod).

It's not a water fountain; it's a bubblah.

It's not a trash can; it's a barrel.

It's not a shopping cart; it's a carriage.

It's not a purse; it's a pock-a-book.

They're not franks; they're haht dahgs. (Franks are money in

Police don't drive patrol units or black and whites they drive a "crooza".

If you take the bus, you're on the "looza crooza."

It's not a rubber band, it's an elastic.

It's not a traffic circle, it's a rotary.

"Going to the islands" means Martha's Vineyard & Nantucket.

The Pat's = The Patriots

The Sox = The Red Sox

The C's = The Celtics

The B's = The Bruins

There are two State Houses, two City Halls, two courthouses, two Hancock buildings (one old, one new for each).
The colored lights on top the old Hancock tell the weatha':
"Solid blue, clear view...."
"Flashing blue, clouds due...."

"Solid red, rain ahead...."
"Flashing red, snow instead...." - (except in summer; flashing red means the Red Sox game was rained out)

Route 128 is also I-95 south. t's also I-93 north.

Bostonians...think that there are only 25 letters in the alphabet (no R's).

Bostonians...think that three straight days of 90+ temperatures is a heat wave.

Bostonians...refer to six inches of snow as a "dusting."

Bostonians...always "bang a left" as soon as the light turns green, and oncoming traffic always expects it.

Bostonians...say everything in town is "a five-minute walk." (pronounced "wok")

Bostonians...believe that using your turn signal is a sign of weakness.

Bostonians...think that 63-degree ocean water is warm.

Thursday, April 21, 2005

Yesterday was a day of extreme ups and downs...

First it was UP because I did the very last business presentation of my entire undergrad career, and it rocked.

Then it was UP again because I interviewed for a job and got it on the spot--way cool, and God's hand in the entire situation was extremely evident. See my other blog for details.

Then it was UP because I had dinner with one of my dear friends...

Then it was DOWN because she and I got on the subject of someone who gets me really worked up

Then it was UP/DOWN because I met an old acquaintance for coffee and he was only marginally interesting, and it wasn't the most enjoyable experience

Then it was UP because I went folkdancing and was met, as always, with much warmth

Then it was DOWN because I found out that the father of one of my best folkdancing friends, Mari, died suddenly last week. Mari was at folkdancing, and so we had a good talk, but it was so sad.

Then it was UP because Mari told me she had my graduation gift--it was the quilt she made earlier this year; it's currently traveling around the country visiting her relatives and friends, but then it's mine to keep. I was so touched...

Then it was DOWN because my one of my friends informed me that she and her longtime boyfriend broke up; she's taking it really hard and I was so pained along with her. We prayed and that was really good, but I just feel so badly...

Then it was DOWN again by midnight when I checked my Hotmail and found out that Jared might be going to Yale after all next year, instead of joining Brooks and me at Harvard. :-(

By then I just wanted to cry...I'm not an emotional rubberband who can be stretched and contorted at any whim. But today I'm feeling much better. :-)

Wednesday, April 20, 2005

I had a bad dream last night...it was the beginning of second semester of 1L year (which means REM sent me into a time warp and zoomed me ahead to January 2006), and they were handing out sheets with everyone's grades on them. Apparently I was super-nosy in my dream because I took a glance at someone else's grade sheet --full of B's with a sprinkle of AB's. Note: the dream wasn't realistic at all because you only take six or seven (?) classes your first 1L semester, and these sheets listed something like fifteen.

Anyways, I was more or less expecting a similar grade report, so when I finally received mine, I was floored. Sure, I had B's...but not many. The rest were BC's, and a lot of C's, and then two F's! One F was in Geology (Geology...law?) and I don't recall what the other F was for. F's! I thought HLS didn't give F's! And if they did, I wouldn't be the one getting them--THEM, as in plural...I didn't just get one, I got two!!!

I was very happy to wake up from that dream. Let's hope there's no deja vu...although, I suppose it would be impossible because there's no Geology at HLS. Whew.

Tuesday, April 19, 2005

Harvard is actually an acronym

High-Achieving Rabble Vainly Attempting Real-world Domination

Kidding. I just got bored today, that's all. I've got plenty of Harvard love but I figured I better make the acronym self-deprecaing or people might accuse me of snobbery...
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