April 2011
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“d.c. bound in the a.m.!”
March 2011
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I really hate showing up for a 3 hour class only to get here and be told class will be starting an hour later. Thank you law school for being so professional and respectful of my time. Just give me my JD already so I can break up with you.
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“Coming home from very lonely places, all of us go a little mad: whether from...”
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John le Carre.
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Dear Professor of Law,
Lectures on leasing and financing commercial real estate projects is not proper course material to stuff into a two hour Monday evening class. With that, you lost this English major at “We only have three more classes left this semester.”
a ready-to-get-out-of-here 3L.
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“Still very PROUD of Roy’s Boys for making it this far after a rough year.”
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“When it comes to classy coaches, John Calipari is not one. He is college...”
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rdm.
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Well, Duke. That's one way to embarrass...
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it's almost friday.
i suppose i could write a really nasty post about how much i hate slackers who don’t read their emails or don’t do their job…
but instead i think i just want to say that i have some of THE BEST friends in the world. if it weren’t for them, i might have killed a few people today. and even if i had, they would be right there by my side to defend me in court.
blessed.
note:...
And today, the world becomes a little less classy.
pocky-box:
Elizabeth Taylor. The Last Star from the Old Classic Hollywood Era.
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my biggest pet peeve.
People who don’t read their emails.
I make a point of sending emails that are super short because I know people can’t read. (These people will be future attorneys). For example, this morning I sent an email that was one sentence and was very explicit in what not to do. Yet, someone does it anyway.
i.just.want.this.week.to.be.over.
21 March 2011.
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Write one leaf about something you wear on your...
I once told my boyfriend in passing—either right before we started dating or shortly after—how I had always wanted a cameo ring in white gold. I had searched my entire life for this ring that didn’t seem to exist…all the ones I ever found were in yellow gold.
About six months or so later, rdm went on a month long trip across Europe. It was there that he began searching...
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memories.
sitting on the front porch. listening to the rain fall down. feeling the tremble of the thunder. watching the night sky fill up with light. all with my mama right beside me.
15 March 2011.
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Home.
Over a week ago, I headed back to the beautiful mountains of North Carolina. I passed by my home and made a trip across the border to Knoxville, Tennessee to see my younger sister and to bring my fourteen month old nephew, little G-man, home with me for the week. It was a Friday. In my family, that means that everyone is having supper at Grandma’s and Grandpa’s. Yes. EVERY Friday. It...
