Just moments ago, I got out of a hot, bubbly bath tub with a empty martini glass. The only sound in my summer townhouse was the steady deep ticking of the kitchen clock one room away. I looked under my roomate's (who owns the home) sink, and saw a light blue plastic makeup bag with pink and yellow flowers that I had given to her as part of her 8th grade birthday present. I am so lucky.
I have been a close friend of Catherine's for 11 years now. We met in 7th grade, and I still remember how we became friends. She came up to me at lunch, told me that I was sitting with a bunch of snobby girls, and that I should be friends with her instead. Every day she persisted that I sit with her. One day, just to shut her up (unbeliveably, she talks more than I do- part of why I love her to death) I sat with her. I was hooked, and we have been the best of friends ever since.
I am touched that she still has that makeup bag, and that she uses it! Catherine is my oldest friend. As a "retail" brat, my family moved around a lot, and she is one of the only people that I can tell stories about. . . like the time we tied sheets together to sneak out of my second floor bedroom in high school. We took for sale signs out of yards, and put them in the yards of people we didn't like. Haha- your home is for sale!
Cat is at the beach right now, and my only entertainment consists of choices such as the internet, cable, and vodka. I'm currently taking advantage of all three, trying to get some sleep before I head to the law office.
Catherine's dad got me the job at the law office, and I love it. The attorneys I work with are amazing. Tommy, the namesake of the firm, has such high morals. He has such a great personality and character, and everyone in this town knows and adores him. He gave me my own big, golden painted office, with a large wooden desk, file cabniets, bookshelves, a desktop computer, and a leather chair, as well as two red clothed wooden chairs for people to sit in. He asked me today what I wanted to do for him, so that he can give me the experience I want to have. He is a wonderful person, and I feel blessed to have such a good mentor.
Tommy took me and April (the most important person in our firm, the paralegal) out for lunch. April is brillant! Every time I had an idea, while skimming through files, I ran it by her to get her advice and opinion. She humored me, tossing ideas around with me, which I appreciated so much. She also was my company throughout the day, and I kept leaving my office to sit with her because it was sooo quiet (Phil and Tommy had court/ dentist appts). I would be stranded without her.
Anyway, we went for chinese, and my fortune cookie said "Continue this conversation and you will learn." Interesting fortune for the summer associate to get while out with the firm.
After lunch, Tommy went to court and I looked around the rest of the office. There are professional court room sketches hanging on the walls of Tommy when he prosecuted Susan Smith. It is so awesome to hear him tell the story. He is so down to earth when he tells it, but basically when they told him there would be cameras in the courtroom it didn't phase him, because he knew why he was there (to do justice for those little kids).
My favortie thing about Tommy is that he is down to earth, and treats everyone the same (with lots of respect).
I'm certainly loving my j0bs, yet missing my roomate. Maybe after another martini I'll get some rest, and be more than happy to wake up anticipating another day at the law firm!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Sunday, May 20, 2007
There is NOTHING like summer!
I love summer.
Today has been the most amazingly simple, and still most amazing day. Although it may seem humdrum to some people, it was the day that I have been dreaming of since starting the hectic life of being a law student.
Without a legal summer job, my days have been pretty average, consisting of sitting on a couch and watching all the interesting shows on TV. However, although seemingly boring and simple, today was amazing.
I woke up late this morning; I got out of bed around 9:30. After getting out of bed, I had a bowl of Rasin Bran Crunch and a glass of juice. After finishing my late breakfast, I sat on the parlor couch and read. I have been reading Ernest Hemingway's "The Sun Also Rises" for a couple of days now. I spent a few hours reading, and then decided I felt like watching "Sex and the City," particularly the "Secret Sex" episode, and cleaning.
While cleaning my friend Brandon, who just moved to Detroit to begin law school during the summer semester, called me in panic. "What do I need to know . . . reading is taking me soooo long." Practicing my peer mentor skills for next fall semester, I advised him to get a commercial outline and then skim through the cases. I explained "IRAC," and told him the rules were what he really needed to learn for the exam. Then I honestly told him law school sucks, but that if you work hard, you will party even harder at the end of the semester, and it will be fantastic. He thanked me for my advise, and said he loved me. I explained this is the reason law students are so close; only we truly understand the pain of law school.
After getting off the phone, I remembered that I had a seminar for swim lessons, so I can get my raise, and had to rush off to the office. I showed up 30 minutes late, but luckily, I have good companionship with my boss, and he had no problem with my delay. I am in this training session with one of my best friends from high school, Gwen, and the two of us wrote notes to each other during the boring instructor videos. I had to stay afterwards to review five minutes of an audio video on addressing fears.
After swim practice, I called my friends to see what was going on for Sunday night. Baker was watching a TV show with Jason, his best friend. Andre was having dinner out of town with his parents. Everyone else let their answering machines pick up.
The 30 minute drive home was relaxing. I cranked up my stereo, rolled down the windows, opened the sunroof, and listened to my mixed CD while driving in the warm summer sunset. Pure bliss. I wanted to drive to I-4, and ride through Flordia.
When I got home, I opened a bottle of beer and plugged in my electric guitar. I played "Turn the Page," and "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" for about an hour. Then I put "Sweet Child of Mine" in my CD player and turned it on repeat, while opening a bottle of wine and continued reading "The Sun Also Rises."
To me, days like this are what makes life worthwhile. I had so much time just for me, to do the things I love to do. Today had cumulated into doing what I love to do best; here I sit, still listening to "Sweet Child of Mine" on repeat, as Ernest Hemingway states in "The Sun Also Rises," I am "a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless," and I am doing one of my favorite things in the world- writing.
So now I make my way back to another glass of wine, and reopen my book. Ahh, there is nothing like summer.
Today has been the most amazingly simple, and still most amazing day. Although it may seem humdrum to some people, it was the day that I have been dreaming of since starting the hectic life of being a law student.
Without a legal summer job, my days have been pretty average, consisting of sitting on a couch and watching all the interesting shows on TV. However, although seemingly boring and simple, today was amazing.
I woke up late this morning; I got out of bed around 9:30. After getting out of bed, I had a bowl of Rasin Bran Crunch and a glass of juice. After finishing my late breakfast, I sat on the parlor couch and read. I have been reading Ernest Hemingway's "The Sun Also Rises" for a couple of days now. I spent a few hours reading, and then decided I felt like watching "Sex and the City," particularly the "Secret Sex" episode, and cleaning.
While cleaning my friend Brandon, who just moved to Detroit to begin law school during the summer semester, called me in panic. "What do I need to know . . . reading is taking me soooo long." Practicing my peer mentor skills for next fall semester, I advised him to get a commercial outline and then skim through the cases. I explained "IRAC," and told him the rules were what he really needed to learn for the exam. Then I honestly told him law school sucks, but that if you work hard, you will party even harder at the end of the semester, and it will be fantastic. He thanked me for my advise, and said he loved me. I explained this is the reason law students are so close; only we truly understand the pain of law school.
After getting off the phone, I remembered that I had a seminar for swim lessons, so I can get my raise, and had to rush off to the office. I showed up 30 minutes late, but luckily, I have good companionship with my boss, and he had no problem with my delay. I am in this training session with one of my best friends from high school, Gwen, and the two of us wrote notes to each other during the boring instructor videos. I had to stay afterwards to review five minutes of an audio video on addressing fears.
After swim practice, I called my friends to see what was going on for Sunday night. Baker was watching a TV show with Jason, his best friend. Andre was having dinner out of town with his parents. Everyone else let their answering machines pick up.
The 30 minute drive home was relaxing. I cranked up my stereo, rolled down the windows, opened the sunroof, and listened to my mixed CD while driving in the warm summer sunset. Pure bliss. I wanted to drive to I-4, and ride through Flordia.
When I got home, I opened a bottle of beer and plugged in my electric guitar. I played "Turn the Page," and "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" for about an hour. Then I put "Sweet Child of Mine" in my CD player and turned it on repeat, while opening a bottle of wine and continued reading "The Sun Also Rises."
To me, days like this are what makes life worthwhile. I had so much time just for me, to do the things I love to do. Today had cumulated into doing what I love to do best; here I sit, still listening to "Sweet Child of Mine" on repeat, as Ernest Hemingway states in "The Sun Also Rises," I am "a little drunk. Not drunk in any positive sense but just enough to be careless," and I am doing one of my favorite things in the world- writing.
So now I make my way back to another glass of wine, and reopen my book. Ahh, there is nothing like summer.
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