My new idea of relaxation from studying for finals is listening to Christmas music while writing an immigration law article for work. December 16 could not come any sooner!
Losing another friend from home is really difficult to stomach. People talk about high school as if it was some type of clique-infested hell where students were disparaged, bullied, and overworked to get into a good college. I can’t say I feel the same. Socially, there were distinct groups of friends. There were the few that you talked to and hung out with regularly, but in my class, I felt like there were no barriers between these cliques. Groups got along with each other for the most part, and though I can’t definitively say that everyone was cool with everyone, people generally spoke with and befriended others across all these social enclaves they inhabited. Whether they were labeled as a football player, a wrestler, a cheerleader, an ASB member, a choir singer, a honors student, or whatever compartmentalized section of high school people gravitated toward, we were all friendly and amiable with one another. It breaks my heart to see another one go. I may be speaking for myself here, but I really think that my high school class was unique in that way. I wouldn’t mind seeing someone from HS that I haven’t spoken to in years. It wouldn’t be awkward, nor forced, if I were to approach them and say hello. In fact, I’d be ecstatic that I’d have the off chance to see them again, however brief the encounter would be.
We’re 23 years young and should be planning our next adventures, travels, mishaps, and future endeavors with each other. I’m sad I didn’t keep in close contact with some and that I was unable to see them one last time, even if just to catch up, reminisce, or say hi. Until next time.
RIP Paul, Downey, Jesse, and Christian. I hope you’re all at peace.
I come on this and post when I know I have a shit load of work to do but I don’t feel like doing it…yet. That being said, I’m in love with the SF experience I’ve had thus far. I’m a little insulated from the greater SF area considering I live/study/eat/shop/cook/caffeinate etc within a 2 block radius, but I’m really liking the vibe of Hastings. I’ve met a solid group of people that I’ve already become close to. I freaked out the first week of school because of the overwhelming amount of reading, but I can sense that I’m grasping the time management strategy necessary to balance school and have a life too. It’s like having a full time job (with added overtime). As long as I dedicate around 8-12 hours each day to classes and studying, I can still go out a few times a month to explore the city beyond the classroom and library walls. For that discovery, I am thankful.
One thing I noticed that’s GREAT about going to school without an undergraduate counterpart is how focused they are on student success. Hastings is a public university (the University of California’s first law school) but since it’s strictly law students, the student body itself is small and they have academic support programs to ensure we survive!
I had no idea what Hastings was until my second year when I already determined I was to pursue a law degree, but then again I barely knew of any graduate schools/colleges in general past the traditional household names (i.e. ivy leagues, UCs, and places where family/friends attended). Getting out there and realizing that there is life beyond your city, state, and even country has opened my eyes to opportunities I never would have thought to explore about 10 years ago. I do plan to study abroad in law school if I can swing it, and I attended a Department of Justice info. session today that’s caused me to now contemplate working out of state for the first years of practice. I don’t definitively know where I want to go with this law degree in terms of private/public sector or any specialization in general, but there are a couple I have explored in depth. I’m willing to look further, but for now, I’m just planning to learn what I can and if something clicks, so be it. The fact that my law degree is 100% free makes me more comfortable with the indecision. Overall, I’m happy with my choice and I am enjoying the stimulating intellectual community around me. Weird to say it, but despite the hair-pulling that first week caused, I’m loving school.
I finally got my new computer so I’m going to procrastinate on readings and blog about getting acclimated to San Francisco! This has been a crazy and overwhelming week, beginning from my 6am road trip up the California coast with my siblings to the incessant hand shaking and forgotten introductions that I’ll be revisiting in the coming months. First off, I live in THE HOOD. My first night here, my sleep was interrupted by arguing crack addicts verbally assaulting each other at 3am. I’m not as scared as I thought I would be, or as others seem to be. Living in DC (albeit a very nice area within DC) has accustomed me to city living to the extent that I’m not bothered by the nuances of metropolitan life the way I used to be. Coming from suburban San Diego, the sight of an array of homeless individuals, frenzied people that look like they’re on a mission, and constant cat-calling seem unusual and frightening. Now, I’m almost ready to respond and crack jokes with these people because they no longer scare or intimidate me. The hippie in me is slowly beginning to not care!
Anyways, my view from my apartment is DOPE. I’m subleasing from a nice 3rd year law student that’s studying abroad in Budapest this semester. He’s a really sweet guy and has left everything in his apartment for me, from furnishings to utensils to cleaning supplies. I am so grateful I responded to his listing in time, because I couldn’t ask for a better deal being injured for my first semester back to school.
I’ve met a number of people that I’m certain I’ll get a long with. I’m not trying to party or go out on the daily, but I’m determined to have a good time at least once a week to balance the stresses of school. I haven’t even started classes and I’m swamped with readings and case briefings. Luckily, I actually like this shit and it’s interesting to me.
I couldn’t ask for better friends and family on this earth. Cassie, Scott, and Anneta all spent my first few days with me after my brother and sister departed for home. This beautiful hapa dude I met in SD came out to SF and he, along with the happy hours and friends I’ve met through orientation and otherwise, have helped me transition smoothly. Orientation hungover was probably the most horrific thing I’ve experienced here. Having to shout for change on the MUNI because I didn’t have the exact fare was also fun. Getting off on the wrong bus stop and walking the remainder to pick up my computer was also an adventure.. thankfully it wasn’t anywhere near my colorful area.
I’m liking the way everything is going so far. I feel comfortable knowing that I have a support system here outside of law school, which I can depend on when the going gets rough and I need an escape. It’s also relieving to know I’m in one of the nation’s coolest, most diverse cities and that exploration awaits me whenever I can fit in time. Overall, I’m stoked for the journey and I’m ready to work my ass off. Cheers to the next three years.
ordered new leisure reading books! can’t wait to turn some new pages.
it’s one of the most emotionally painful and physically draining feelings to watch someone, who has been your one constant source of strength for as long as you can remember, slowly decline in health and spirit.
Again, I am the youngest staff member. More importantly, I am the only person of color at my job. There are also no female attorneys, only female assistants. Don’t get me wrong — everyone has been welcoming, warm, and helpful. I have no complaints whatsoever. In fact, I’m ecstatic that I found a job with an immediate full time need for the exact length of time that I’ll be available. I’m also extremely grateful that I can now buy people Christmas presents with my own money 0:) I am, however, excited to break this mold in the coming years. Ladies and gents, “hit the ground running”.
I’m not as old school as the people that raised me. You may be my “elder” and I may respond and interact with you in ways that appear to be normal, but I don’t respect you. Or anything you stand for, to be clear. I do it for those that I would hurt if I were to act otherwise. I have one thing to thank you for. Maybe two. The phrase “don’t bite the hand that feeds you” should, but doesn’t even apply to you. My civility and tolerance for you are bred from my respect for others, though it’s against my will. I don’t really like you…….at all. Thanks for teaching me what qualities I loathe in others.