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Yeah – I don’t normally have a lot of advice for other law students, mostly because I’m a terrible example and the best thing I can tell you to do is – whatever I did – do the opposite.  This advice only extends so far as making good grades are concerned – I have to confess I’m probably happier than most people in law school, and have had a lot of fun. 

Regardless, if I could go back and do my first year finals over again, I would do lots and lots of practice exams.  Now, I didn’t do lots of practice exams – mostly because I barely made it through the material once – and didn’t have time to be overachieving with practice exams. 

But in my experience with all tests – especially law school exams, practice exams help. 

You really don’t even have to take them.  Read them.  Read the questions and read the model answers.  And if that doesn’t scare you enough to keep you up all night, then you are a lost cause.  And remember – the model answer?  Yeah – one person wrote that.  He got an A++++.  Yours doesn’t have to be that great.  But it will at least give you a good idea. 

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Noise Pollution

Last night I went to see a band composed of some of my friends.  And the band that opened for them were really loud.  I mean, I think the opening band was good, my band member friends like them – but they were a little louder than I can deal with.  But – I will say – loud bands in bars don’t bother me too much.  Bands are suppose to be loud. 

So I met this opening band later in the night – and they asked me what I thought:

Charlsie:  Nice to meet you, we were here for a couple of your songs. 
Band Member #1:  What did you think?
Charlsie:  Y’all were good, it was loud – I didn’t even realize my feet were vibrating until the music stopped and my feet stopped vibrating. 
Band Member #2:  (sincerely pleased) That is the nicest thing anyone has said to us all night!

So I can appreciate loud bar band music.  But there are some noises that drive me up the walls.  For instance, the guys who take care of the landscaping at my apartment complex.  I don’t understand what it is about my apartment complex that requires so much work to be done, but they are always working.  They are working at 8 in the morning.  And then the next day – they are hanging around at 5 in the afternoon.  I think they might actually live in the bushes.   I’m not sure, but I have a hunch they aren’t legal citizens of the US of A. 

Also, I really hate the construction trucks at school.  They are constantly backing up.  Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep. 

Oh, and whatever idiot likes to ring the victory bell on tuesday morning at 11, a time in which I am fairly confident the university has not just beaten anyone in anything.  STOP IT.  RING IT WHEN WE WIN SOMETHING. LEAVE IT ALONE OTHERWISE. 

In addition, I feel sure that there is another time more convenient for Carol to vacuum the law library than in the middle of the day during finals.  I appreciate the need for the vacuum, and finals do last a really long time, but early in the morning might be less disruptive for everyone.

AND – Right now I am not enjoying all the noise coming from downtown.  It is twilight, and it is only because I am planning on heading down there later and enjoying the festivities later that I’m being so calm about what sounds like the din of the fair. 

But what I can’t tolerate, is when they bring in the big wood chopper truck, and proceed to feed HUGE limbs of trees into the chopper at noon on north campus.  Wood choppers – which are just huge chainsaws in my opinion, are unacceptable.  And they ruin my lunch in the sunshine. 

Why am I telling you this?  Partially because I am the worst procrastinator in america, and partially because I want y’all to be glad that I’m not a crocodile. 

Or, the people making all the damn noise should be glad I’m not a crocodile.  Because, Brutus, he don’t care much for chainsaws, and all the racket that comes with them.  I want y’all to pay close attention to the fact that he made it up the tree.  The crocodile climbed the tree.  GAH!  This is the best news article I have read in months.

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I have been sitting in the sunshine reading a legal profession outline today.  I normally go to the library – because I need the human interaction – but today I decided I needed the sunshine more than the human interaction. 

Here at my apartment I don’t have a vending machine – and because I haven’t been around much lately I don’t have a lot of supplies.  So I ventured out to the gas station by my house – the Okee Dokee BP. 

Initially I was really pumped because I wasn’t going to wear any shoes – I love it when it gets to be warm and I don’t have to wear shoes any more and everyone gets so weird about the fact that it doesn’t bother me to go into stores with no shoes on.  Give me a break – we live in Georgia.  Worst things have happened.  I promise I’ll wash my feet before I get into bed tonight.  But then I remembered that some gas stations have that whole, no shirt no shoes no service thing.  So I decided to wear my flipflops. 

I bought some over priced gas and some over priced soft drinks, some bubble gum, and sugar babies.  I resisted the urge to buy beer on the gas card.  Trav doesn’t appreciate that sort of thing. 

While I was in the store – this girl comes in – and all I can say about her outfit is that I hope she just walked out of the pool.  She had a see through white wrap around long skirt thing.  Like – totally inappropriate anywhere but at the pool. 

But then she asked the gas station lady directions somewhere.  And I got really confused.  Like – if she doesn’t live here – then why THE HELL is she dressed like that?  I mean, not road trip appropriate.  And apparently the gas station lady agreed.  Cause she gave the girl directions, and looked her up and down and said – You Visiting Friends? 

It cracked me up. 

In other news, I totally burned my stomach while  sitting outside reading legal profession in my bathing suit today.  STUPID CHARLSIE.  I know better.  Way better.

Yay Twilight!  Boo Exams! 

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Yesterday was my last day of school, ever.  I don’t really know what to think about that.  I have been taking classes on north campus for the past seven years.  I don’t know anything else.  Otis says it won’t sink in until august.  I think he is right. 

I feel like it is the weekend.  It isn’t. 

I’m in the annex.  I like the annex.  I don’t actually like to study – but I love the annex.  Books make me feel comfortable.  And I like the annex during finals.  With no classes, it is very calm. 

Law students are weird – but they are my kind of weird. 

Last night was tons of fun.  Betsy and I decided that we won.  And we don’t care if you disagree.  Faris gave me a ride home, cause she loves me. 

I was looking at some pictures on the facebook of colorado and grand lake.  It made me really colorado sick.  Really colorado sick.  I haven’t been to colorado since august.  It is partially the people, and partially the mountains, and partially the sunshine, and partially my own idealistic craziness.  Mostly the mountains and the sunshine.  I need a lot of sunshine and the mountains make me feel safe.  Except ledges.  I’m secretly terribly frightened of ledges.  Which is a bit of a stumbling block when it comes to my skiing ability.  As long as I just go ahead and ski off the ledge and don’t think about it – I’m okay.  But as soon as I look over the ledge, it is over.  I guess that is sort of like life.  Ledges make me feel weird.  Like, if I’m really scared of them – what possesses me to get close to them, much less ski off them?

Christy and I went to bojangles this morning.  It was excellent.  EXCELLENT. 

I need to figure out what I am going to do with my life.  Something in me is really happy I’m not committed to anything yet.  And part of me is a little panicked. 

I won’t think about that today, I’ll think about that tomorrow. 

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Today is Confederate Memorial Day.  Obviously, not a national holiday.  It is a Georgia State holiday.  The Georgia Capital is closed today.  Here is a history of the holiday – and I like this poem a lot. 

Welcome to the 21st century everyone. 

Did I ever tell y’all about the figurine liquor bottles that my dad owns?  One of them is Robert E. Lee on his horse, and if you take the General’s hat off – there is a cork attached to the hat and you can pour bourbon out of Lee’s head.  (I can’t find an example of the Robert E. Lee version – but here is a similar liquor bottle figurine – and here is a figurine of Lee, I’m not sure if this one is full of bourbon or not).   

My mom tries to keep the liquor bottle figurines hidden if possible.  I’m sure she is just trying to keep them safe. 

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War Wounds

Some girl with monster heels cleated me last night.  Or – I guess she heeled me.  Whatev.  She stomped with her heel at an ankle exactly on my right Achilles tendon on the . 

It hurts.

It looked like I had in a run in my stocking.  But I didn’t have on any stockings.  So it looked like I had a run in my leg.  A run in my epidermis.  Gross. 

Now is is mostly purple.  Except right where she stomped – which is strangely pale. 

I can’t tell you any more about it or I might start crying.  This is the strangest injury – the more time passes – the more it hurts. 

I’m such a child.

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I’m learning

I’m trying to figure out how to put video clips on this sucker.  Pressing matters during exams, obviously.   I’m serious – I have a huge thing for the muppets.  They just aren’t the same with out ol’ Jim though.  For some reason it works on my computer but not on anyone elses.  Oh well – I’ll work on it later – I lack the patience right now. 

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