Miss R in Section B provided me with the topic for my blog today by telling me that other people’s bullsh*t shouldn’t affect me. Take the attitude of the blog title to heart. I may be fat, but you’re still ugly and I can always diet. Today I had a practice oral argument where I completely bombed in front of my class. I say practice because next week, I'll be in front of judges and my professor will be grading me. Suffice to say, I won't do any worse than I did today. Now, bear in mind, I probably wouldn't be feeling as bad if it weren't for GP. GP, short for God's Property, is a group of 4 girls in my class who are blonde, super Christian (think: Mandy Moore in SAVED), and mean, mean, mean. I would classify them as the more known nickname of "mean girls" but GP is so much more fitting. They go around school being horrifically mean to their future colleagues but then talk about how they believe in Jesus and go to church all the time and that they have "love in their hearts for those who are beneath them" (true story).
Unfortunately for me, they've been the bane of my existence since school started. Even more unfortunate? They're in my fellowship program, thus subjecting me to further torture with them over my summer break. Why are they so horrible, you ask. Well notwithstanding the fact that they tell everyone that they are right now ranking at the top of our class (mind you, our grades are soft grades from last semester - rankings change like Miss J on Top Model changes hair styles), they tend to make you feel like you're this small. For those who remember my past blog and affectionately remember BFD, its like her times 4 of them and they're blonde and Jesus freaks. (Please note: I have nothing against Christians. If you know me well, you know that I'm very Catholic and also open minded about different religions.) But I digress.
Today, as I was laying out my oral argument in front of the class, the professor interrupted me with a question that I wasn’t fully prepared for. As I searched my argument notes for the answer, I hear a little snickering and giggling to my right. I look (even though I know) and lo and behold GP is laughing at me for pausing too long. Laughing, tittering, snickering, whispering to each other and pointing. Thrown off, I look back to my notes and try to collect my thoughts. The pause starts to become unbearable. All I can hear is them. My face starts to get hot and literally, I felt the tears springing to my eyes. (Such a literary term that I feel is so graphic in words and feeling.) The professor sees that I’m shaken and gently (but almost condescendingly) says, "Perhaps you should go back to your first point." I was horrified and humiliated.
My friends outside of law school are just shocked and confused. Who raised these people? Sadly enough, my friends inside of law school thought that it was pretty standard for them. After stewing for over 24 hours in anger over it brought me back to what Miss R said to me almost immediately after. No matter what, I can always change things about myself I don’t like but they will always have a hideous soul. Now, yes, it seems drastic of a word choice for people who are just like little high schoolers with silver spoons in their mouths. Funny enough, they were all born and raised in the OC. Either way, these are the girls who will hide library books, try to snoop through your notes, tell you that they think you’re a slut to your face (true story) and remind you daily that they are at the top of our class with their grades. What I want to know is, what does this tell you about where i'm living for the next three years?
On a petty note, (hey, if you don't like it, you don't have to read it) in Facebook news my lovely ex-boyfriend apparently is now calling his new girlfriend of less than 2 months "bebe" and tells her on Facebook that he "loves her." I personally would love to call him and thank him for helping me lose 5 pounds today by puking simultaneously while I read that. Remember, I can always diet. (Which is pretty funny because I think his new girlfiend did reference me as fat. Fitting.)
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Spring Break Part Deux: A Visit From Reality
Thankfully, the second half of my spring break was MUCH MUCH better than the first. No drama or stupidity, just a fantastic way to take a break from school. I highly recommend visits to me. The weather is great and I'll be so happy to see you, you wouldn't know what to do with yourself. S came to visit me and while I can't hand you salacious gossip, I can guarantee that this was the best time I've had since I've moved to the OC.
Day 1: LAX. Ok, so not so much exciting but we were both tired. We did get to visit her friend L (I'm getting lazy with the nicknames) and proceeded to grab lunch and beers. On the bumper to bumper traffic drive back to the OC, we entertained ourselves by staring at the car in front of us that had an ad for "grout cleaning and lippage removal." Hot.
Day 2: Much of the day is hazy but we ended up going to a really cool improv show in LA. And of course fell in love with one of the improv groups. Might have found my newest husband(s). Downside? Getting a parking ticket when I clearly did not park anywhere near a red line or specified sign.
Day 3: Watched the alma mater be in the NCAA tourney for the first time! Good game, bad result. At least there was a lot of heart poured into it! And of course, there's always next year. In the 80 degree weather, we laid around the pool and then went drinking that night where S got hit on by a sketchy man who works in the meat department at Ralphs. Hey, at least we can get a discount on our chicken! Gotta love Patrick's Pub.
Day 4: SAN DIEGO! a photo montage will describe our scavenger hunt. Hardest things to find: Asian tourists (i know, right?! crazy!). But thankfully my friend down in SD took us to Old Town where we would clearly find Asian tourists there. Unfortunately, I cannot mimic her accent but the words (imagined in an accent form) were "ooooooh authentic" ::click, click::.
Day 5: Easter! Found out Chipotle was closed on Easter and that made us sad. Took Easter pictures (no, not at Sears. I know you're disappointed.) and then went to lunch. Proceeded to lay out again. Life still good.
Day 6: I had to unfortunately return back to reality while S had to lay by the pool. However, being the badass that I am, I cut Property and came and laid out with her. It's ok, I was already called on and I got to witness S getting a badass burn, er, tan.
Today is the day I have to bring S back to the airport. Boo. Sadly enough, even though we had fun, it was as if it was good times yet again had arrived into my life. By good times, I mean: reality came back. Gone were the worries of what I had to wear on a day to day basis, what type of makeup I was wearing and what Ryan Seacrest talked about on the radio that morning. Instead, the second part of my spring break was chill and filled with non-vapid conversation. I'm horribly sad that I have to retreat back to the ways of law school and the pettiness that it encompasses. I suppose I'll have my books to keep me company until the end of the year (or end of three years). Until then, I'll keep reminding myself that there is a real world out there and good things come to those who wait.
Day 1: LAX. Ok, so not so much exciting but we were both tired. We did get to visit her friend L (I'm getting lazy with the nicknames) and proceeded to grab lunch and beers. On the bumper to bumper traffic drive back to the OC, we entertained ourselves by staring at the car in front of us that had an ad for "grout cleaning and lippage removal." Hot.
Day 2: Much of the day is hazy but we ended up going to a really cool improv show in LA. And of course fell in love with one of the improv groups. Might have found my newest husband(s). Downside? Getting a parking ticket when I clearly did not park anywhere near a red line or specified sign.
Day 3: Watched the alma mater be in the NCAA tourney for the first time! Good game, bad result. At least there was a lot of heart poured into it! And of course, there's always next year. In the 80 degree weather, we laid around the pool and then went drinking that night where S got hit on by a sketchy man who works in the meat department at Ralphs. Hey, at least we can get a discount on our chicken! Gotta love Patrick's Pub.
Day 4: SAN DIEGO! a photo montage will describe our scavenger hunt. Hardest things to find: Asian tourists (i know, right?! crazy!). But thankfully my friend down in SD took us to Old Town where we would clearly find Asian tourists there. Unfortunately, I cannot mimic her accent but the words (imagined in an accent form) were "ooooooh authentic" ::click, click::.
Day 5: Easter! Found out Chipotle was closed on Easter and that made us sad. Took Easter pictures (no, not at Sears. I know you're disappointed.) and then went to lunch. Proceeded to lay out again. Life still good.
Day 6: I had to unfortunately return back to reality while S had to lay by the pool. However, being the badass that I am, I cut Property and came and laid out with her. It's ok, I was already called on and I got to witness S getting a badass burn, er, tan.
Today is the day I have to bring S back to the airport. Boo. Sadly enough, even though we had fun, it was as if it was good times yet again had arrived into my life. By good times, I mean: reality came back. Gone were the worries of what I had to wear on a day to day basis, what type of makeup I was wearing and what Ryan Seacrest talked about on the radio that morning. Instead, the second part of my spring break was chill and filled with non-vapid conversation. I'm horribly sad that I have to retreat back to the ways of law school and the pettiness that it encompasses. I suppose I'll have my books to keep me company until the end of the year (or end of three years). Until then, I'll keep reminding myself that there is a real world out there and good things come to those who wait.
Wednesday, March 19, 2008
Spring Break Part I: Tangentally Vegas
Being the expert procrastinator that I am, I've decided that instead of cleaning my apartment for the arrival of one of closest friends back East, I'm going to finally write an entry after a month.
It has been a few years since I've been on a "real" spring break and its quite interesting how grad students easily forget that the undergraduate life is definite the ghost of christmas past. My classmates decided to go to Vegas for a few days in the beginning of Spring Break. Now, I had heard of this plan from the Original Mastermind behind the idea and immediately rejected it for practical reasons. 1.) Not really my section going (but the counterargument there was that I wasn't even friends with my section, furthermore, I had more friends in the "fun" section that was going), 2.) Really shouldn't be spending the money I don't have, and 3.) I REALLY should be studying. After some cajoling from a couple of members from the group, I decided that I really needed a vacation and it would be fun.
Boy was I wrong.
Before we left for Vegas, there was already drama. And, yes, it was the petty, asinine, waste of time drama that to the intelligent mind should be shrugged off and long forgotten. What? What's that you ask? People in law school are intelligent? WRONG! In fact, I'm starting to think that all the IDIOTS go to law school to hide behind fake intelligence! But that, my dears, is a whole 'nother oprah story.
Anyway, in its simplest terms, the drama had to do with people not liking each other and trying to make me choose whose room I would be staying with. Now, I have drama of my own (of course, of COURSE of my own making) and didn't need to be inundated with such mundane issues but nonetheless there I was. Trying to be diplomatic and getting my ass handed to me. Which brings me to reason number 283 why I hate the people at my law school (thus associating it with Orange County, generally).
It appears that (with exception of exactly 2 people) everyone i've met likes to say that he or she is a "chill, drama free" person. However, the statement alone inherently creates drama because said person will go out of his or her way to avoid any confrontation thus provoking anyone who is upset about any situation associated with this person. Now like i've said, everyone likes to pretend they don't want drama but the exact same people (myself included) are knee deep in it. Why? Because its interesting? Because it takes us away from the pain of law school reading? Believe me, I would gladly take reading over dealing with you people. No, it is because I believe, wholly and truly that Orange County is a black hole for the vapid. Seriously. I have plenty of friends in their first year who are just not experiencing the exact pitfalls of [insert your lawschool name] High School.
The reason why I generalize and blame it on the location is because most of the drama is centered around people FROM the OC. Born, raised, kicking and screaming in Orange County. Not all, but most. The ones who are not are put in a different category: insecure and just too young. They justify every wrong and immoral thing they do to make themselves feel better. A great example is how this one guy (J) blatantly left his boy, N (who was the person that originally planning the trip) because J was able to get in a club with a bunch of hot girls. When asked, J said "I told [N] that his name was at the door... Oh, they said they didn't have it? I gave him the number of [insert another random club that no one was at]. Whatever. Not my problem." And, so it goes in Vegas for a continuous 3 nights. People being selfish and not caring what happened to the general group, so long as they were getting free drinks and living the lifestyle that they are obviously so not accustomed to. Sadly enough, these are the type of people i'm surrounded by. People who participate in instant gratification through any means. To hell with you if you get in my way, they say. I suppose its to be expected. All the signs have been there all year, I just chose not to see it.
This is not to say I didn't have fun in Vegas, because I definitely did. But my idealistic ways have melted. Even though I mocked half my classmates for just overall being stupid, I actually believed that I was surrounded by good people. Events in the past couple of weeks leaves me to believe otherwise and for that I think you, the readers, should be worried about what type of attorneys will be entering society two and a half years from now. Because these are not, I repeat, not, good people.
It has been a few years since I've been on a "real" spring break and its quite interesting how grad students easily forget that the undergraduate life is definite the ghost of christmas past. My classmates decided to go to Vegas for a few days in the beginning of Spring Break. Now, I had heard of this plan from the Original Mastermind behind the idea and immediately rejected it for practical reasons. 1.) Not really my section going (but the counterargument there was that I wasn't even friends with my section, furthermore, I had more friends in the "fun" section that was going), 2.) Really shouldn't be spending the money I don't have, and 3.) I REALLY should be studying. After some cajoling from a couple of members from the group, I decided that I really needed a vacation and it would be fun.
Boy was I wrong.
Before we left for Vegas, there was already drama. And, yes, it was the petty, asinine, waste of time drama that to the intelligent mind should be shrugged off and long forgotten. What? What's that you ask? People in law school are intelligent? WRONG! In fact, I'm starting to think that all the IDIOTS go to law school to hide behind fake intelligence! But that, my dears, is a whole 'nother oprah story.
Anyway, in its simplest terms, the drama had to do with people not liking each other and trying to make me choose whose room I would be staying with. Now, I have drama of my own (of course, of COURSE of my own making) and didn't need to be inundated with such mundane issues but nonetheless there I was. Trying to be diplomatic and getting my ass handed to me. Which brings me to reason number 283 why I hate the people at my law school (thus associating it with Orange County, generally).
It appears that (with exception of exactly 2 people) everyone i've met likes to say that he or she is a "chill, drama free" person. However, the statement alone inherently creates drama because said person will go out of his or her way to avoid any confrontation thus provoking anyone who is upset about any situation associated with this person. Now like i've said, everyone likes to pretend they don't want drama but the exact same people (myself included) are knee deep in it. Why? Because its interesting? Because it takes us away from the pain of law school reading? Believe me, I would gladly take reading over dealing with you people. No, it is because I believe, wholly and truly that Orange County is a black hole for the vapid. Seriously. I have plenty of friends in their first year who are just not experiencing the exact pitfalls of [insert your lawschool name] High School.
The reason why I generalize and blame it on the location is because most of the drama is centered around people FROM the OC. Born, raised, kicking and screaming in Orange County. Not all, but most. The ones who are not are put in a different category: insecure and just too young. They justify every wrong and immoral thing they do to make themselves feel better. A great example is how this one guy (J) blatantly left his boy, N (who was the person that originally planning the trip) because J was able to get in a club with a bunch of hot girls. When asked, J said "I told [N] that his name was at the door... Oh, they said they didn't have it? I gave him the number of [insert another random club that no one was at]. Whatever. Not my problem." And, so it goes in Vegas for a continuous 3 nights. People being selfish and not caring what happened to the general group, so long as they were getting free drinks and living the lifestyle that they are obviously so not accustomed to. Sadly enough, these are the type of people i'm surrounded by. People who participate in instant gratification through any means. To hell with you if you get in my way, they say. I suppose its to be expected. All the signs have been there all year, I just chose not to see it.
This is not to say I didn't have fun in Vegas, because I definitely did. But my idealistic ways have melted. Even though I mocked half my classmates for just overall being stupid, I actually believed that I was surrounded by good people. Events in the past couple of weeks leaves me to believe otherwise and for that I think you, the readers, should be worried about what type of attorneys will be entering society two and a half years from now. Because these are not, I repeat, not, good people.
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