"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com


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Some Assistance, Please

This summer I'm going to be working as a research assistant for my Criminal Law prof, and I'm really excited. I met with her today, and just got the best feeling about my decision for the summer. We talked about the research topics for a while and then ended up chatting for over an hour about her family and my plans for the future and men and running and law professors. (Note: Being a research assistant is going to place me deep inside the dark underbelly of law school. I'm going to be one of the only students around the building, and the profs do interesting things like hang out in shorts and t-shirts and chat around the water cooler (yes, we actually have one). I must take notes on the strange summertime rituals of the species). The topic I'm starting out with is a pretty complicated issue, and I have to do a lot of background reading before I'll even be able to start the research. But I am actually looking forward to doing the work. It's really liberating to have all of this research that you have to do really well, not because of a grade, but because someone is depending on you to help them with something. For once I'm working for a person instead of a letter on a transcript. There are also a lot of other perks. I get to work closely with a prof (these "personal relationships" they speak of seem to be a good thing, not to mention the benefits of instant contacts), I don't have to dress up for work (glorious, glorious flip-flops, I couldn't bear to leave you), and I can pace myself so that I work at night sometimes and during the day other times. And I can work wherever I want, since all I need is a computer. Basically this means that the people at the coffeehouse who were so sure they wouldn't have to see my face (or retrieve the cot they keep in the back for me) this summer are going to have to think again.

posted by Bekah at 2:14 PM :: |