August 24, 2011

Seeing this invoice upon opening the box, whoever it was who opened the package left on my doorstep this morning must have had a visceral reaction and left the box where they found it.  I suppose I should react the same way, but instead, I just rolled my eyes.  Without intending to sound jaded, arrogant, or otherwise, today just didn't seem like the first day of class.  I have so many other things to think about right now, lecture, readings, and casebooks are the last things on my mind.  It seems this mindset has developed gradually over every semester with more of my time being taken up by obligations other than lecture or readings more often than not.  In fact, lecture seems like a bee or fly buzzing irritatingly around my ear.  Looks like this will be one long year. 

August 23, 2011

The day before the first day of class is probably one of my most productive of the year.  Over the course of the preceding months, my to-do list generally just grows exponentially every week.  For whatever reason, I don't get much done during the summer.  Perhaps it's the heat, or maybe it's because I feel as if I have an infinite amount of free time and figure my list will get taken care of eventually.  Knowing I won't get a single thing crossed off the list once school starts, however, I go into overdrive the day before the start of the semester.  Today was filled with trips to FedEx Kinkos, printing, binding, stuffing envelopes for clerkship applications, cleaning my apartment, organizing, and generally just getting my life back in order.  My stress levels will be much lower tomorrow with such a clean slate to begin the year with.  

August 22, 2011

When I was little, I hated birthdays if they weren't my own.  It would take every ounce of discipline young Kim could muster not to allow the jealousy to ooze out when her friend's parents wheeled a fantastic new bicycle into the living room, complete with a basket, horn, and tassels.  Thankfully, and as I've said before, I now love birthdays, especially birthdays other than my own.  Perhaps this is because none of my friends get bicycles or other fun toys anymore, but I'd like to think there's an element of maturity on my part tucked into the mix somewhere.  Tonight we celebrated Danielle's birthday, perfectly timed between her fantastic post-bar exam trips.  We took over the front window at El Chile on Manor, discussing things so ridiculous I can't even remember all of the topics of conversation.  Always a great time when we combine groups of friends, here's to Danielle on her birthday!  Happiest of birthdays to my dear friend!