"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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And I'm Back

Ah, yes, school has started again. And even if the cacophony of "how was your break?"s resounding through the law school halls hadn't tipped me off, I would still have plenty of evidence of the onset of the semester. Everything is exactly the same. Tonight is a perfect example. After a certain time at night, they (das man?) lock the doors of the law school and it becomes card-access only. I came to school tonight to do some work and the door was locked. This wouldn't be a problem for a normal person. But I am not a normal person, and I was also carrying the following objects: Evidence book, planner (yes, I'm a staunch supporter of weekly organization, call me old fashioned), Whole Foods salad, cup of coffee, and cell phone. When confronted with the locked door, I stepped back for a second and evaluated my options. I finally decided to put everything down on a bench and take out my id, swipe it, pick everything back up, and open the door. I attempted this, but by the time I picked everything back up, the door was locked again. So I tried it again, moving extra fast, and managed to drop my phone and spill my coffee everywhere. And the door was locked again. I eventually realized that I had to do some serious rearranging so that I could have a free hand and be prepared at the precise moment that the door unlocked. This took me approximately 10 minutes to figure out. And the worst part? A small group of little law school bastards were standing right inside and never bothered to help me. Kids today.

posted by Bekah at 7:40 PM :: |