I feel like I should say something clever..

Ladies and gentlemen, I have a schedule. Yeah! My first year of law school, I don't get to pick any of the classes I take, so I've been waiting all summer for them to tell me what horror, er, classes were awaiting me. Let the games begin! My first semester of law school I am taking: Intro to lawyering (this is a year long class where they, essentially, teach us how to be lawyers. Each student takes a hypothetical case from initial client interview to appeal which is done before actual appelate judges, which we do at the end of the year and sounds very scary), torts, contracts, and federal civil procedure.

I'm starting to get really excited about school. It's gonna kick my ass, but it will be good to feel like I'm going in a direction again, hopefully the right one. I love my job, but I don't want to be a lab assistant forever, and I've always wanted to go to law school, even as a little girl. I was a very strange child, but I've wanted to be an attorney since I decided being a cowgirl didn't count as an actual career. Seriously though, this is what I've wanted to be for as long as I can remember, even predating my cowgirl fascination. Now that I'm finally moving toward that dream, I feel...butterflies. Really big ones. And I love it.

Left leg, right leg. Your body will follow. They call it walking.

So my orientation schedule came in the mail yesterday. My initial reaction when reading through the packet I received was.... well, a lot of expletives. Use your imagination. There are assigned readings for the first week of class. While I had hoped this wouldn't be the case, it wasn't unexpected. However, I didn't expect to have assigned readings for orientation. That's right. Assigned readings for orientation. 37 pages, and that's just the hand out. I also have to read four chapters from a book called Succeeding in Law School. That actually might be a good thing to read...

I've seriously considered abandoning my dream of becoming an attorney and living with my mother forever. Well, maybe not forever. Maybe I'll move out and be a dog lady (I can't be a cat lady. I hate cats.) I'm kind of afraid I'm going to show up at orientation and then everyone will find out that I'm dumb. That would really ruin my weekend.

Truthfully, I think orientation will be good... hopefully. In theory, it's supposed to teach us how to be law students: what to expect, what our professors expect, how to read and brief a case, all that jazz. Plus they have this smarmy swearing in toast scheduled for the end of orientation. So that should be... fun. At any rate, it will give me a chance to meet my fellow classmates and my future professors and learn how to accept a new identity and run with it, as it were. So now that my brain has recovered from all the expletives it was spewing out, I'm getting a little excited about the whole thing. Hopefully I won't turn out to be dumb. If I do, will someone buy me a dog?

Does this make me look fat?

My time in New York was not only productive; it was educational. I like to travel, but I really hate to pack. It's a pain in the ass to pack a suitcase, but then you have get a carry on ready with all of the regulations about size and content. I mean, really, who needs that kind of stress? Anyway, my sister Katie let me borrow a little Mary Kay bag for my carry on. Note: I use the term 'little' liberally.... Anyway, it was perfect. It was the perfect size. I had enough room to carry an extra outfit in case my luggage got lost plus a book and some snacks (My snacks are infinitely better than plane peanuts) without taking up the entire overhead rack. Perfection. However, as nice as my sister was to borrow her bag to me, it was still her bag, and I had to give it back. I'm already planning for my Christmas vacation... so I decided to find myself a little bag like Katie's that I can use as a carry on. Like a big purse. My Mom and I went to TJ Maxx and found the biggest collection of hideous purses I have ever seen. Seriously.

I'll admit, I'm no fashinista, but seriously? This is the purse I bought. Abomination. I can't believe people actually carry these things around every damn day. I'm pretty sure I could sit in it. Anyway, now I have a little bag to be my carry on, so I'm all ready for my trip home for Christmas...after I move out there. I did wonder though, does this bag make me look fat?

Let the Games Begin!

Hey! So, I'm moving to Albany, NY in one month. Naturally, that means I have to start a blog. :) I'm going to law school... wish me luck! I start the 23rd of August. My Mom and I are driving out together... um... wish us luck! Anyway, my adventures haven't really begun yet, mostly just the planning. My amazing sister Anna and her amazing husband Nephi went out to Albany with me a few weeks ago to help me find a place and kind of get acquainted with my new home-to-be. It was an awesome trip, and I'm so glad Anna and Nephi were able to go with me. We did find me an apartment, a cute little two bedroom place not far from the school. I'm so excited about it!

That's a picture of the outside. My apartment is the one on the bottom right. It's gonna be great!

My mother and I have started packing, and I have realized I have a lot of shit. A lot. So if you need any furniture or any other assorted items, let me know. I probably have at least one of whatever you need that I will not be taking with me to NY. :) Anyway, that's all for now. Only 29 days!