In the name of procrastination...

It's 10pm, I have a paper due on Tuesday. For which I've read, and have some idea of how I'm going to tackle, but haven't done much beyond that. Now, in my former life, a paper due Tuesday evening would not even be on my radar...but law school has ruined me. Habits haven't changed, but guilt has increased. Plus I have a friend in town this weekend, and reading galore, and general life stuff to do. I should work on that now, but I'm avoiding it. Yay blogging. If I was serious about punting, I'd be watching TV and knitting. But I am lazy even in my slacking off.

Monday was interview, feeling exciting about it, waiting to hear back, trying not to be too neurotic. It's worse than waiting for a boy to call. Also waiting for one.more.grade. So far they are good, not stellar, but good. This one could either make them fabby, or keep them respectable. Not that it's *this* grade in particular, just the fourth grade.

I have been knitting. I have a cardigan 95% done for a friend's bebe. The last 5% is fixing the button placement and weaving in the last few ends that escaped. It's striped, which is adorable, but a pain in the ass when it comes to weaving in ends. I should have realized that 1-4 rows in 4 different colors would be fun to knit, but annoying as all fuck to weave in.

And we're off!

I could say that the fear of being outed is one of the reasons I don't blog that much. And that's somewhat true. But it's mostly being lazy and not having anything interesting to say.

The second semester is not nearly as exciting as the first. No longer are we fueled by the novelty of law school, or blind to what is awaiting us down the road. We're cold, tired, and already sick of classes.

The job search is well underway, but not very fruitful. Mildly freaking out about it, like I usually do. Perhaps not surprisingly, the post-interview rejections sting more than the flat-out 'thanks but no thanks' letters I've been getting. Those aren't personal. This was. And I keep reminding myself, 1L firm jobs are very rare, I have another interview, and other places to look.

But, grades come out tomorrow. So anxiety levels are up. And we got a rather good speech in class in an attempt to boost our morale. However, I don't think it helped. Yes, grades aren't the end all, it just matters for your first job, etc. etc. But it makes it so much easier...

Really, I want to call home and be assured, but 1) I'm too old for that; 2) they are stressed out enough as it is; and 3) I won't get sympathy, just a lot of not so useful advice.