Well, that about wraps up my first official day of classes in law school (I don’t have Monday classes). I’m definitely in for a ride. I spent the weekend figuring out systems of organization, trying out different study spaces, and reading the assignments we discuss this week. The time was well spent. I was able to participate and follow along nicely. I’ll have to keep it up. 🙂

I do have to admit that I have a sweet class schedule, to say nothing about the classes or the professors which I don’t really know yet. No classes on Monday, classes from 2:35pm until 5:40pm on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Classes from 10:50am until 4pm on Wednesdays and Fridays. Maybe this is karma smiling on me after all those 8am, Monday, Wednesday, Friday classes during undergrad. I hope this continues next semester as well.

I need to remember to come up with a better story about why I left a sweet, cushy job at Y! for law school. Because I wanted to go to law school to learn something new seems to leave people slack jawed. Same with what I want to do with a law degree. My pat answer is “be a lawyer.” Or at least I’ve used that a few times to silent audiences.
I put my foot in my mouth today when I said I’d spent half my life in California. I’ve only spent 14 years here, not the 18 it would take to make it half my life. Saying I’m originally from the midwest but spent nearly half my life in California brings up age too often. Now my professor thinks I’m the young genius or an old liar. He asked where I was from. My formative life has been spent here in California, so I feel like I’m from here now. I’m a Californian.