Ok.
So this law school thing is getting kinda fucking old and I'm finding new and inventive ways of dispatching with the responsibility of attending class. Better yet, I'm awefully close to dispatching with the responsibility (read: burden) of the law altogether. Today was the only exam I have this semester and I hadn't been to class since August (the second class of the semester to be exact). One would assume that this would cause some pang of panic (at the Disco!) or concern on my part. Thus, causing me to study that much harder in compensation for my lackluster attendance. Nah. I studied less, slept a bunch this week, caught up on my writing (meaning, wrote, re-wrote, re-re-wrote and then started over on another set of writes and re-writes), and cleaned the house. I cut out about two hours and sat down with some of the class material and thumbed through it until about midnight, at which time I watched my housemate get his alchemy right with his new Blue Dot bong and Budweiser.
I took the test. 8 am! I didn't do poorly. I did well, in fact. I'm sure I got the credits - if that is assurance enough of adequacy. I felt good about it and afterward got some Thai - Red Duck Curry. Bangin'. I then spent the rest of my day getting my alchemy right.
But alas, I cannot toss this gig to the wind. I've got one of those high-dollar, work for the man type jobs in Chicago next year. I do love Chicago and I do hate being broke. So, all and all its not a bad deal. I've quit jobs aplenty and always regretted it around the time I couldn't do anything but writhe on my mattress in hunger. My willingness to participate in that has long gone the way of the Dinosaurs and since been replaced by the pursuit of stability. Yes. Stability.
Stability used to be a caustic word to my ears. I partnered it with boring, sell-out or some such damning and aged disposition. Untrue. I'm here to say, "UNTRUE!" Stability provides options. Options provide experiences. Experiences provide happiness. So, though my moonlighting with the law has both waxed and now waned, I'm sure it will serve its purpo$e. Undoubtedly.
So this law school thing is getting kinda fucking old and I'm finding new and inventive ways of dispatching with the responsibility of attending class. Better yet, I'm awefully close to dispatching with the responsibility (read: burden) of the law altogether. Today was the only exam I have this semester and I hadn't been to class since August (the second class of the semester to be exact). One would assume that this would cause some pang of panic (at the Disco!) or concern on my part. Thus, causing me to study that much harder in compensation for my lackluster attendance. Nah. I studied less, slept a bunch this week, caught up on my writing (meaning, wrote, re-wrote, re-re-wrote and then started over on another set of writes and re-writes), and cleaned the house. I cut out about two hours and sat down with some of the class material and thumbed through it until about midnight, at which time I watched my housemate get his alchemy right with his new Blue Dot bong and Budweiser.
I took the test. 8 am! I didn't do poorly. I did well, in fact. I'm sure I got the credits - if that is assurance enough of adequacy. I felt good about it and afterward got some Thai - Red Duck Curry. Bangin'. I then spent the rest of my day getting my alchemy right.
But alas, I cannot toss this gig to the wind. I've got one of those high-dollar, work for the man type jobs in Chicago next year. I do love Chicago and I do hate being broke. So, all and all its not a bad deal. I've quit jobs aplenty and always regretted it around the time I couldn't do anything but writhe on my mattress in hunger. My willingness to participate in that has long gone the way of the Dinosaurs and since been replaced by the pursuit of stability. Yes. Stability.
Stability used to be a caustic word to my ears. I partnered it with boring, sell-out or some such damning and aged disposition. Untrue. I'm here to say, "UNTRUE!" Stability provides options. Options provide experiences. Experiences provide happiness. So, though my moonlighting with the law has both waxed and now waned, I'm sure it will serve its purpo$e. Undoubtedly.