"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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Update on Sub & Cite/Comment

My Sub & Cite has been postponed. Get this: the higher-ups on the Review actually determined that the article was not in good enough condition to merit a Sub & Cite at this juncture. Keep in mind that I and my fellow junior members have had to edit articles that 1) are in Afrikaans, 2) are in some language other than English that is not even discernible, 3) completely lack pinpoint citations, and/or 4) contain propositions based on a source that can only be found at the bottom of an underwater cave in the Baltic Sea, but that we have to produce and scrutinize regardless. This article was bad. Hopefully when I get it again things will have improved a little. Taking advantage of the calm before the storm, I've been working on my Comment and have managed to do a good bit of preparation and writing. But that is boring, and you don't care.

Update on Condition of Neck/Back

Good news on this front--I can turn my head! You'll remember that last Wednesday I commented that my back hurt. Well, that was the understatement of the year. The situation got progressively worse, and by the end of the day on Thursday I could barely move. I was walking around with my shoulders hunched to my ears, wincing with every step. Whenever the pain got particularly bad, I insisted to anyone who would listen that I obviously had meningitis or some other life-threatening illness. When they suggested that I go to the doctor, I said I didn't feel like it. (So Bekah, you're dying, but you don't feel like going to the doctor?) I was a blast to be around, let me tell you. I think that since I'm not dead today it can't be meningitis, and was probably a combination of stress, sleeping funny, and hunching over this wretched computer too much. Whatever the reason, it sucks and I'm old.

Update on Work

I love my job. For starters, my boss's husband calls me "little Becky Becky Bek Bek" or some variant thereof, which might be offensive in any other context, but in his case is pretty hilarious. I spent my first full afternoon there on Thursday. When I got there, I had the following conversation.

Associate #1: Hey, we're heading out to pick up lunch. Do you want anything?
Me: (being polite) Oh, no thank you.
Associate #2: What, you don't eat?
Me: Um...no, I eat. I just...uh...had breakfast recently.
Associate #1: Alright then. Hey, are you ok? Does your back hurt or something?
Me: Yeah, I can't really move my neck so much lately...
Associate #2: Ha, you're getting old!
Me: Nooo...
Associate #1: Poor thing! Do you want me to bring you a cookie?
Me: (with a pout) Yes.

Awesome. Also, I don't know if this is everyone's experience when they start working, but I feel like law school really sets some ridiculous standards for us. All I've done so far is a little research and answered some phones and I'm doing an "amazing job." Wow, other law clerks they've had must have been total morons if that's true!

posted by Bekah at 4:19 PM :: |