Half Time!

Well, folks, I just finished semester three of a six semester law degree. Half way done! WOW! Time sure flies when...wait, no...time hasn't necessarily flown, but it hasn't really dragged by, either. In lots of ways, I feel like I've been in law school forever. Actually, I feel like I've been specifically in this semester forever. Some people complained that it was going too quickly and that they couldn't believe it was already time for finals, but I was ready to get them over with and get on to the next one.

Although I've learned a lot and had many awesome experiences, this semester has been particularly busy, and I'm very tired. Oh, so very tired.

For our law school half time show, all I really have to contribute is my amazing ability to nap.

Any of you have anything better you want to submit for half time? (No wardrobe malfunctions, please, this is a family blog.)

Chariots of Fire, or How My Family Tried to Kill Me

The first in a series of catching up

Lots of people like to tease their toddlers. Sure, it’s cute to watch little people scream and cry, right?[1] So we do it. It’s hilarious. I don’t know if it served some evolutionary purpose, or if we just like their terrified little faces in response to mundane things, but we do it.

That being said, we may be scarring the children in our lives. In fact, I think that’s probably why my generation is messed up. But I digress.

When I was a tiny child, my family had a favorite way to cause this reaction in me. My family played the theme from Chariots of Fire.

Can you hear it in your head? Dum dum dum dum dum dum, (chang chang) dum dum dum dum dum.

I would embed it here for you, but I don’t like it, so I won’t. Google it yourselves. I’ll wait.

Ready?

So, this song made me panic and cry when my family would put the CD in. (Dating myself, I suspect this was one of, if not the very first CD my family owned. We were early adopters.)[2]

I don’t remember any of this. I still hate the song though.

I read a few books this summer that were non-law books, just to give my brain a break from legal life. One of the books I read was about music, as therapy, as connection between people, and as it interacts with the brain, including some strange stories. For example, some people hear music before they have a seizure. Some people have seizures caused by a particular song.

Some of those seizures, although measurable in the brain, manifest only by a general discomfort with the song that is playing.

Just saying.

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[1] Note: Yes, I did repeatedly show my toddler nephew a toy that made him cry because it was just so adorable—why didn’t he like that cow?? So I’m the pot, you’re the kettle, whatever. We all do it.

[2] Somebody’sMother has clarified that they only did it a couple of times.

Almost Half Way

Tomorrow morning (8:45 EST, if you're of the praying variety and want to think of me whilst I am in the midst of it) is my first final. Wednesday morning (same time) is my other final. I only have two this semester, so this is it.

I could not be less prepared.

Big deep breaths...

Essentials

Hunkered down, studying, trying to survive.

Made a quick trip to the drug store. Came back with pint of ice cream and package of mouse traps.

All the essentials.

Sick, Tired, and Busy

Well, I feel like I should post an update.

Hi.

This week, I'm done with classes, so I'm trying to study and get ready for my finals next week (Tuesday and Wednesday mornings).

Sadly, for the past few days, I've been sick. You can probably see my tonsils from wherever you live--they're HUGE! So I've been doing a lot more sleeping than I'd like, at a time like this, but I suppose you just do the best you can.

Also...I have company. Furry, small, annoying company.

More on that later.

Hope all is well for you all! And to those of you whom I KNOW had fun Thanksgivings and took many delightful pictures, I'd like to see a posting about that, please...