10,000 things

I am in the library taking a break before I dive back into the memo. Ah sweet little memo. I know it is easy. There is a formula. I know how to do it. But why is it so hard? Maybe because I am over thinking it. Under thinking it? Maybe because I hate following rules? Dunno. Not gonna dwell on it, it will only get me down.

This week is shaping up to be a big one. Because I have taken so much time to do nothing this past week, I have a whole lot of outlining and practice testing to do next week. (Ans this evening if I can finish outlining the first few topics in contracts).

I went to an event yesterday and experienced my first bit of school classism. I volunteered at an event with a classmate and there were other students there from another law school (4th tier to our 1st tier). I am a generally friendly person. I often feel awkward in social settings so I go out of my way to be friendly and engaging when I meet a new person. Last night I had to execute the kill em with kindness strategy. This one guy (a 2L much much younger than I) just would not play nice. He even made a few digs at the school related to how coddled we are (sorry if my school does not have a policy of not asking back a certain perscentage of the 1L class). We did talk about how this disproportionately affects black students. It seemed to me that his point was that he had to work harder for what he got (which was into a not so good school) and that someone is gonna hold the hand of all the black kids at my school so we don't have to worry about being kicked out or that our friends will be. WTF?

Even I am aware that Southwestern if a difficult school because of the curve. People must know that before they go, right? I was totally put off by his demeanor. I intorduced him to another woman working with us who, up until then, he was not paying attention to (he was way too good to talk to any of us, really, but I don't give up). He perked up and was all about her once I told him she worked in the music business, the field he aspires to enter. After being a stiff prick, he had the audacity to ask for her business card. She said she didn't have any. I find that hard to believe as we were all there hoping to make some contcts. I'm ashamed to say that that made me feel a little happy.

Just a little.

So that's it for now. I'm going to do some more research on the possibility of transferring schools next year (only if I do very very well b/c I am trying to get into one of the top 3 schools that waitlisted me). I've read that it can be difficult to get on to law review and make meaningful connections with teachers as a transfer student. If I do well enough to transfer, I'm sure that I'd want to be on law review, so that might be a deal breaker. I'm getting way ahead of myself here -- I need to finish my memo and study.