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Aug. 30th, 2006 10:39 pmI really shouldn't be posting but I just have to share.
So I woke up this morning prepared to enjoy the final day in my Week of Jubilation. I love mornings when you can set your own pace and not have to jump out of bed all at once. I wandered out of my bedroom, poured a bowl of cereal and turned on the tv. King of the Hill was on and I was content to watch that for a while. I lazily picked up my orientation schedule to double check when I had to be there on Thursday and proceeded to lose my shit because it read, "Wednesday, August 30 9AM Check-in."
The clock over my tv read 10:20. I jumped from the couch, ran into the bathroom and got ready faster then I've ever gotten ready in the past. I threw on a suit and raced to the car, speeding away in a way that would've made Dean proud. I got downtown in record time but all of the structures were full (stupid Orientation crowd). I settled for an open spot on the street, throwing some lose change into the meter but not really caring that a parking ticket was in my future.
My shoes were already starting to aggravate blisters on the top of my feet. I hurried as fast as my heels would carry me to the appropriate building. Some wonderful person volunteered to go find my new student packet while I hurried into the auditorium in time to hear the last of the speakers and take the oath to adhere to the Honor Code (in front of a judge and everything).
Not quite the way I wanted to start my law school experience, but not a complete disaster. The rest of the day went well enough. I will spend the next day and a half being even more oriented.
Also, if I haven't gouged my eyes out by this time next week it will be a miracle. Stupid Contracts.
ETA: One more quick anecdote. In the last session we had a meet and greet with stupid get to know you games. I talked with one girl who was also a history major in undergrad and focused on U.S. Western history. I had a minor geek out and told her how lately I've been thinking about the Western (in movie/story form) and how it's one of the quintessential American story types, cowboys and whatnot. She didn't engage in the conversation any further because which is a good thing because I probably would have started paralleling Supernatural and outted myself before complete strangers as an intractable fangirl.
That doesn't mean that I'm wrong, though. Westerns, both in the traditional 1890s setting as well as the modern, genre counterpart, say a lot about how we Americans identify ourselves and our place in the world.
See, I knew I could work SPN into this post if I tried hard enough. =D
So I woke up this morning prepared to enjoy the final day in my Week of Jubilation. I love mornings when you can set your own pace and not have to jump out of bed all at once. I wandered out of my bedroom, poured a bowl of cereal and turned on the tv. King of the Hill was on and I was content to watch that for a while. I lazily picked up my orientation schedule to double check when I had to be there on Thursday and proceeded to lose my shit because it read, "Wednesday, August 30 9AM Check-in."
The clock over my tv read 10:20. I jumped from the couch, ran into the bathroom and got ready faster then I've ever gotten ready in the past. I threw on a suit and raced to the car, speeding away in a way that would've made Dean proud. I got downtown in record time but all of the structures were full (stupid Orientation crowd). I settled for an open spot on the street, throwing some lose change into the meter but not really caring that a parking ticket was in my future.
My shoes were already starting to aggravate blisters on the top of my feet. I hurried as fast as my heels would carry me to the appropriate building. Some wonderful person volunteered to go find my new student packet while I hurried into the auditorium in time to hear the last of the speakers and take the oath to adhere to the Honor Code (in front of a judge and everything).
Not quite the way I wanted to start my law school experience, but not a complete disaster. The rest of the day went well enough. I will spend the next day and a half being even more oriented.
Also, if I haven't gouged my eyes out by this time next week it will be a miracle. Stupid Contracts.
ETA: One more quick anecdote. In the last session we had a meet and greet with stupid get to know you games. I talked with one girl who was also a history major in undergrad and focused on U.S. Western history. I had a minor geek out and told her how lately I've been thinking about the Western (in movie/story form) and how it's one of the quintessential American story types, cowboys and whatnot. She didn't engage in the conversation any further because which is a good thing because I probably would have started paralleling Supernatural and outted myself before complete strangers as an intractable fangirl.
That doesn't mean that I'm wrong, though. Westerns, both in the traditional 1890s setting as well as the modern, genre counterpart, say a lot about how we Americans identify ourselves and our place in the world.
See, I knew I could work SPN into this post if I tried hard enough. =D
