postgraduationhaze

There is a kid in my section who was trying to start an argument with me over the Zidane jersey. Already I get a sense I won't get along with him, and as judgmental (whatever we're in law school thats like our job) it may be to say, he looks like the type of guy who likes the dave matthews band and has ridiculously liberal views about politics and also wears like, cargo khaki pants and socks with Birkenstocks. He also has a ponytail. But whatever, I was totally going to let all that slide UNTIL he tells me, as the elevator doors are closing (I was inside, he was like, trying to fit in a million words with his friends who were inside with me before the doors shut so his comment was like, really inappropriate as it afforded me NO time to reply, had I wanted to) "Thats a really dangerous jersey to be wearing." You think? God, I don't wear clothes to make friends (although I am so poor right now that I have mildly contemplated not wearing clothes and getting men to pay me to be their friend, haha, JUST KIDDING), and I really don't like this whole "On Guard" attitude that I can just sense all these law students have about anything you say being a chance to argue. LAY OFF. ITS THE FIRST WEEK. And I don't give a flying F*ck about what you think about my jersey pony tail boy...okay thats sort of harsh but I was really just annoyed at the whole exchange. I guess I am not used to having to "play nice" with the other kids when they attempt to like, faux bash me? Or was he serious? Tough to say.

So then as I was printing, another kid in my section approached me and said nice jersey. I just looked at him and said "seriously or like, are you being mean?" He laughed, asked if I had been getting hassled (I didn't indulge the above story) but alluded to the fact that yes, it was annoying how some people act when I wear it (two guys also tried to start a fight with me in a Walgreens too). Luckily for me he LOVES REAL MADRID like I do and he was also in Germany during the World Cup although he did not get to go to any games. Whatever, just being there at that time would have been killer.

The first week is over and of course I feel overwhelmed with work. My body has magically found this resilience to function on about 5 hours of sleep every night. Its not like I don't work during the day, its that I am so nervous about a) being called on and b) being grossly wrong, that I study the same things that I think I understand over and over to tell myself that there is nothing else that can be done with the limited knowledge I have thus far to apply to know if my ideas on the issues are correct or not.

Also, KELIS//BOSSY has been running through my head all day. But I love her new haircut.

ps) my backpack opened itself (eduardo confirmed this can happen what with the style of my backpack) when I was walking down la salle and I dropped everything except my computer. Right as my book fell out (which is when I felt the change of weight) I realized that everything was strewn down the sidewalk. Humiliating and scrambling as I gathered up what I could and luckily, a good samaritan (one!) followed me and chased me down with the rest of it. But I am pretty sure the name card I was given (to make sure that the professors can call on us right away, even before they can remember or even pronounce our names correctly) is lost to the streets, so if you see a laminated card that says GETCHELL on it, please notify me and i'll come claim it. I think I am going to get in trouble for not having it...

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Time to pay by pennies...count them out, one, two, three...

I have now had every one of my classes this semester once. I have been told by professors that our section is experimental which to me seems dodgy. Our section has midterms in all our classes. Our section has the shitty schedule. Our section is smaller. Our section has TA's. FANTASTIC. Because as if school isn't tricky enough to master, why not throw in some experiemental variables that have not yet been tested? Guinea pigs. Guinea pigs, all of us.

I have had slightly more success socially interacting lately - but I am so bad at this that I have forgotten the name of my one friend already. And I can't say he's really a friend, I have just talked to him a few times and we sat together at a table while we studied, both with our headphones on...so maybe more of just an acquaintance would be the more appropriate term.

Slowly but steady, I guess. I really am a turtle.

Last night I dreamt that Eduardo was pasting my ceiling, which had somehow turned into like, wooden planks as if I was on a pirate ship, with erasers from pencils because centepedes (my dreaded enemy) were crawling out of the holes in the ceiling. The eraser material grew exponentially like Willy Wonka bubble gum or something. It was bizarre. I don't know if that dream signifies anything but how my psyche has taken this wake up call - I never realized how just working as a paralegal was so incredibly easy. I had buckets of time - i took advantage of that though, I definitely watched my share of bad tv, saw movies often, spent money ridiculously, ate out often, shopped, and just hung around being lazy, writing nonsense in my blog. No one can do that forever, right? Right?

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