Archive for February 10th, 2005

Brandon told me about this. I like ninjas too. So does Brandon.

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From Cristina…

I thought this was funny. (turn your volume on for this one).

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Lent started yesterday. I thought that the Ash Wednesday service started at 7, so after volunteering to do people’s taxes (no one needed my assistance yesterday) from 4-6, I went to the library to try to read for one class before I went to church. As soon as I sat down and started reading I got a text from Jessica Faye telling me that church was at 6:30. Needless to say I didn’t get much done.

I really enjoyed the church service. It gave me the opportunity to think about things. I have decided to give up fast food for lent, which means, anything with a drive thru. I have also decided that I am only going to drink one night a weekend. I have given up drinking completely for lent before, but I think I need to learn how to do things in moderation, and not be an all or nothing kind of person. So it is either going to be Friday or Saturday night. I am still going to go out, but just not drink. I know I am capable of doing this, and I know that I can still have fun. Sometimes I just need to prove it to myself again.

I loved the scripture from last night, I am going to use The Message translation, which wasn’t used in the service, but it is my favorite:

"If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers – most of which are never even seen – don’t you think he’ll attend to you, take pride in you, do his best for you? What I’m trying to do here is to get you to relax, to not be so preoccupied with getting, so you can respond to God’s giving. People who don’t know God and the way he works fuss over these things, but you know both God and how he works. Steep your life in God-reality, God-initiative, God-provisions. Don’t worry about missing out. You’ll find all your everyday human concerns will be met.
Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow. God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes."

Matthew 6:30-34

I need to relax and not worry about missing out.

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In class, or anywhere for that matter in which I am a member of an audience, I have the uncontrollable compulsion (rather a redundant phrase, but I have dramatic tendencies) to volunteer if no one else does. I’m telling you, it is a problem. It doesn’t even matter who is giving the speech (if you want an example of how far this goes, check out my comment on this post by Evan), I will interject. The worst part about this compulsion is that I am completely ADHD and I don’t pay attention well. So 90% of the time that I volunteer I don’t actually know what is going on. Let’s apply this to my week so far:

On Tuesday in evidence, at the end of class, Professor Carlson asked for two volunteers for Wednesday. One person stepped up. And then there was silence. SILENCE. NO RESPONSE. Until of course, I raise my hand and volunteer. I missed two classes of evidence last week. I haven’t read. I honestly don’t even know what I have volunteered for. I was spacing out. So, I look at the piece of paper I have been given, and it is information relating to a police officer, and the skit is between a prosecutor and the police officer witness for identifying a knife. I am under the impression that I am the witness. I don’t know what led me to believe this, I actually even argued with others after class that I was the witness and not the prosecutor. But I do read the chapters in the book relating to the situation Monday afternoon.

Wednesday morning, I read over the information that I had been given, and I am ready to be the Officer. Carlson calls us up to the front. Turns out, I’m the prosecutor. And I am suppose to have questions prepared for my witness, the police officer. I explain the problem to Carlson, and he replies, "Well, Charlsie, would you like me to give you an extra day to prepare?" Now, here is where one of my other compulsions comes in. I will never pass. I will always give it a shot, even if I have no idea what is going on. Plus, I had plans of going out Wednesday night, and I didn’t want to have to worry about doing the skit Thursday morning if my night got out of hand. So I go get my book, and wing it. I think it went okay.

Wednesday night was fun, didn’t get out of hand, but was a great time with lots of people that I love, admire and thoroughly enjoy. I woke up late this morning, rushed to get to con law, was five minutes late, and didn’t know what was going on most of class. Right before con law Christian asked me where we finished in evidence yesterday. I told him I had no idea, after all I had contributed, and expected to be off the hook today.

We all know what happens when we assume. I walze into evidence after con law, and notice my name on the board, under the heading, Carlson’s Mighty Law Players, along with three other names of students in the class. I kinda get nervous. Carlson starts class off by saying, "if your name is on the board, and you haven’t checked your box since 3 pm yesterday afternoon, I suggest that you leave class immediately and check your box." I really start to sweat.

In my box I found a memo attached to a script for a court room case. The script was about ten pages long and indicated that we should read through it a couple of times before class, because we would be performing it in class. There were four of us involved in this, and only one discovered the script before class. I was the expert witness. It was actually a hilarious imaginary case, and ended up being tons of fun. Brent told me that this probably meant that I would picked on for the rest of the semester. On one hand, this isn’t fair and seems like I am being punished for volunteering. But on the other hand, I like doing the skits. I am flattered that Carlson thought I could come through on short notice. Also, if I know I am going to be held responsible, I am more likely to keep up with the reading. So this is all good stuff.

I just wish he would learn how to use the computer and email us instead of putting stuff in our boxes, which I check about once a month. Maybe I will start checking my box more often from now on. But what is a day in law school without a moment of sheer panic and horror?

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