Beach Path

We can never judge the lives of others, because each person knows only their own pain and renunciation. It’s one thing to feel that you are on the right path, but it’s another to think that yours is the only path.

–Paulo Coelho

Have you ever had a friend who has been brutally or painfully honest with you, consistently and regardless of the situation?  It can be a good thing…Honesty is the best policy and all of that crap.  But sometimes, you just want to vent.  You just want a friend.  Someone who will listen and empathize–or at least sympathize.  Someone who will nod their head and simply accept you for who you are…Someone who will put aside their own feelings, thoughts, and beliefs for a moment and just be there, leaving all of the “discussion” and “intellect” out of the equation.

Is that a lot to ask for?  Perhaps.

What if the thing that you need to vent about is something that is, at its core, wrong?  What if it’s something that you are not proud of but it’s still very much a part of who you are and what you are presently struggling with?

This post is full of questions (and short on answers), I realize, but here’s a few more for you:  What is the difference between voicing an opinion and laying out a judgment?  Of course, I think friends can and should be able to be honest with one another.  If you can’t be honest with someone, you’re probably not that great of friends.  But if, when you voice an opinion, it comes off as a judgment…where does the fault lie?  Does the one being “judged” simply need to suck it up?  Perhaps they’re being too sensitive?  Or is the one who is “judging” out of line?  Where does voicing one’s own opinion turn into judging someone for their actions? I think we all judge each other on a fairly regular basis whether we intend to or not.  Whether that’s right or okay to do or not.  But I also think there’s a huge difference between making a silent judgment to oneself and jumping up on one’s pedestal to point out  another’s faults.

Judged Guilty

Judge not, that ye be not judged.

–Matthew 7:1

I’ve learned over the past couple of years that judging another person can be dangerous.  It seems that as soon as I judge another person’s actions, I find myself in a situation where I’m forced to deal with the very same thing that I once judged them for.

He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone…

–John 8:7

Also, even if it turns out that I never fully understand a person’s actions, who am I to judge?  Am I perfect?  Far from it.  I may not struggle with the same issues but I have my own fair share by which I wouldn’t want to be judged.

We judge others by their behavior. We judge ourselves by our intentions.

–Ian Percy

Also, sometimes law school has a culture of Freak the Hell Out, and you just get carried away in it.
Thanks, But No Thanks

Um.  Yes.  Freak the Hell Out, party of one, right here.

 

The search for automatic enlightenment after outlining is like the search for a pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. I can’t find it.
i don’t wear skinny jeans

Outlining was going so well for about 5 minutes.  No, but really, I had one hardcore Friday night in the library where I felt so on top of things and Contracts was really coming together for me with the outline.  Then, no more.

 

Is it normal that I’m still completely lost in Contracts? . . . . Will I have a eureka moment for this class . . . . ? Surely I will, right?
law school ninja

I’m still waiting for that eureka moment.  I desperately need for it to grace me with its presence some time within the next two weeks.  The sooner, the better.  K?  Thanks.

 

I guess it was only a matter of time. I’ve officially turned into one of those people who randomly pull up cases on Lexis-Nexis for the hell of it.
law:/dev/nul

I do that at work occasionally.  I’m glad I’m not the only nerd 😉

 

Pre-Made Outlines: You are smarter and pithier than my professor, and you never humiliate me, therefore my adoration never ends.
My Legal Fiction

Given that my professor spent half of the class telling non-related stories, study aids & outlines are going to be my new best friends.

 

…This is why finals season feels like a SAW sequel: how much are you willing to give to stay alive? An arm? A leg? Your right toe? Dum dum dum…
no634

My sanity?

 

Last night in LARW, we started to talk about our third and final Memo of the semester.  (Crazy–the semester is quickly nearing the end!)  It deals with premises liability.  As I think I’ve mentioned before, I’ve found that I actually enjoy legal research and writing, for the most part.  That realization was, quite honestly, very surprising.  But really, as long as I give myself enough time–where I’m not feeling rushed to complete the assignment–I enjoy the puzzle that it often is.  You’re given a problem, essentially, and you have to predict what the outcome will be, based on the relevant law.

In many ways, it’s like writing a research paper for one of my undergrad English classes.  The research part of it is, anyway.  When it comes time for the writing, it’s definitely been a different sort of challenge–but a challenge that I can appreciate.  I’ve become much more aware of what and how I write.  I stop and analyze sentences and even words.  Before this class, writing was, for me, something that either flowed or didn’t.  It wasn’t nearly so technical.

But, getting back to last night’s class, specifically… It was actually pretty funny.  The hypo isn’t anything too controversial and our professor just gave it to us last night so it wasn’t even as though we’d had time to sit on it & think about it.  Even so, when he opened it up for a little bit of discussion, some people got pretty feisty about their opinions.

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These two girls behind me were going back and forth arguing one point–not even a part of the class discussion, as a whole.  At one point, Professor S quieted everyone down and asked if they had something they wanted to say and the one girl said:

Oh, yeah.  She has something she wants to say.

It wasn’t in a snotty way at all–she’s actually very sweet–but you could tell she was getting a bit heated during their exchange.  The guy sitting next to her said, “Yeah.  Seriously.  She’s ready to go to trial on this one.”

One woman, who just irks me for reasons I can’t articulate, raised her hand and said:

I don’t have an opinion…but I’ll form one.

I think I made a rude face at her–she sits 2 rows ahead of me–because Professor S made eye-contact with me and sort of smiled/smirked, while Crazy was rambling.  (I really like Professor S!)  I mean seriously, though–if you don’t have an opinion, why did you raise your hand??  Form your opinion, then speak.

Also, speaking of people who irk me…This is the guy who, on the first day of LARW, when we were introducing ourselves (it’s a small class), proudly proclaimed that he wanted to be a TV judge.  Now, I’m not quick to call a question stupid because I tend to think that if one person has a question, many others will have that question.  Often, I’m wondering the same thing.  Not with this guy though.  I don’t remember his exact question, but Professor S’s response was:

So you want to challenge the facts?!  No.  You cannot warp the facts of the case.

Oy.

And one final quote, for now, from dear Professor S:

So what you’re asking is how much feedback I’ll give you.  Which might go better in a conference…When you get up in my face about your grade…?  Which I wouldn’t advise…You might regret it.

 

Dino kept me awake last night with his stupid wheel.  I don’t blame him at all.  Tis only his nature.  I blame the wheel.  The silent spinner. Yeah.  Silent, my rear.

Okay.  So it’s not really the wheel that’s the problem either.  The wheel itself is pretty quiet.  Not silent but not bad.  The problem is that, when Dino gets running–and believe me, he runs–the wheel moves.  As in–the whole thing moves.  Regardless of where I put it, it moves, closer and closer to the side of the tank, until, at last, with every stinkin’ rotation of the wheel, I hear a thump, thump, thump, thump.  He takes a break, occasionally, to get a drink of water, or to hike up to the top level for a bite to eat…but then it’s back on the wheel and thump, thump, thump, thump.

Last night I was able to laugh about it.  A bit manically, I’ll admit, but still, I was laughing.  I finally fell asleep around 1:30.  This morning, however, when I woke up at 5:30, I was not laughing.

I have to figure something out… Perhaps, I’ll buy some of those chew treats and wedge them between the bottom and the wall of the tank so if Dino decides to chew on them, he’ll be okay.

I suppose it goes without saying that today will most certainly be a coffee day.  Not that everyday isn’t a coffee day… But today is especially so.  And coffee days make me think of Gilmore Girls.  It’s one of my favorite shows of all time–not even gonna lie.  Gilmore Girls makes me smile; I need to smile today.  And since I can’t sit at the circulation desk and watch Gilmore Girls, I’ll settle for a couple of coffee quotes instead, thanks to Cocoa Java.

Lorelai: Please, Luke. Please, please, please.
Luke: How many cups have you had this morning?
Lorelai: None.
Luke: Plus…
Lorelai: Five, but yours is better.
Luke: You have a problem.
Lorelai: Yes, I do.
Luke pours her coffee.
Luke: Junkie.
Lorelai: Angel. You’ve got wings, baby.
A man watches Lorelai drink her coffee, then walks over to her.
Joey: You make that look really good.
Lorelai: Oh it is really good. It’s the best coffee in town.
Joey: Oh yeah? I’ll have to get a cup.
Lorelai: Good plan.


Lorelai: I already had the longest day of my life and it’s only ten o’clock.
Luke: There’s no coffee.
Lorelai: That’s not funny.
Luke: I can give you herbal tea.
Lorelai: This is not an herbal tea morning. This is a coffee morning.
Luke: Every morning for you is a coffee morning.
Lorelai: This is a jumbo coffee morning. I need coffee in an I.V.
Luke: I can give you tea and a balance bar.
Lorelai: Please, please, please tell me you’re kidding.
Luke: I’m kidding.
Lorelai: You’re sick.
Luke: Yep.
Lorelai: You’re a fiend!
Luke: For here or to go.
Lorelai: To go please.
Luke: You want to know what this stuff does to your nervous system?
Lorelai: Do you have a chart? Because I love charts.

That’s a debate we’ll get into later…Well, not a debate–it’ll be me clarifying.  -R.S.

You can try to convince yourself that you’re having a debate with a professor but when it comes down to it, you’re probably only debating to the extent that the professor allows.  And even if you do debate something in a class, your grade is not something you want to debate so your exam better be lining up with what that professor thinks…

A couple of students came by to see me before class today in a state of despair.  I told them it was quite normal.  I don’t think that’s what they wanted to hear. –Contracts Prof

So, I’ve always had this thing with quotes.  Whether it’s a famous quote from a famous person, or something random and funny from a friend or acquaintance…Good quotes just sort of capture who a person is at that time and place.

And so I give you what I hope will be the first of many such gatherings of quotes from my professors, my colleagues, my friends, and whoever else I might come into contact with…

When trying to do a quick calculation in her head…

I went to Law School.  I don’t do math…Isn’t that why we’re all here?  -KSK

I wanted to hug her.  Yes.  Yes–that is exactly why I’m here!  Seriously.  I have a degree in English (worthless) and I literally do not do math.  That is why I’m here.

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In a mock class…

Normal human beings don’t use words like that.  You don’t say “I have privity with my family.”  -JDC

But you know there is going to be some arrogant law student walking around here within the next couple of weeks throwing out every new word they’ve learned, every chance they get.

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When talking about a specific case…

What kinds of things do you learn from people?  -JDC

[Caught off guard & clearly not paying attention] Umm…Roll your windows up when it’s raining.  -Joe Schmoe Law Student [probably not for long]

If you can’t even pay attention during Orientation week…my guess is, you won’t be paying attention a couple of weeks into the semester.  Anyone care to place a bet on when Joe will be gone?