BRH is going to South Africa!!!
Now that's the kind of jet-setting I can really get into!
Good job Kristy and Greg!
Pregnancy #2 and Noelle's Birth
11 years ago
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
jet-setting
When you hear the term "jet-setting," you probably picture first class seats, champagne, Florence and Dolce. Or perhaps, if you're like me, a certain challenge from Project Runway season three comes to mind, boasting an alarming mix of disastrous get-ups among suave and elegant styles.
I doubt that any of you pictured me, in jeans and a t-shirt, commuting from Richmond to DFW three times within three weeks. The 3Ls are right -- the first time it's fun, the rest of the time it's just a pain.
Okay, I'm not complaining. Technically I guess I am, but I don't mean to complain. I mean, what could better than an all-expenses paid trip home, right? Plus, the places I've gotten to stay are pretty swanky (to date, I've stayed at the Ritz-Carlton twice and the Fairmont Dallas once). I say it in all humility -- I actually think it's kind of ridiculous how much firms spend on recruiting law students -- and I've definitely had moments where I promise that people are looking me up and down and trying to figure out what in the world I'm doing in their upper-escheleon world. But I know that I better be careful, because my teacher mother, phD-seeking sister (who will have to pay her own way throughout the country when she goes on her internship interviews, though she'll be much cooler than I am and should get the star treatment) and social worker best friend will probably start to yell at me.
Seriously, though, I'm tired of fancy meals and endless small talk. There was one interview over lunch where I really, desperately wished I could get a burger. Probably not the classiest move in the world.
Thank the Lord for these two weeks I've had away from the Richmond airport. Away from fancy foods and thoroughly immersed in my Bagel Bites, naked spaghetti and Dr. Pepper. Really, this is the life.
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I doubt that any of you pictured me, in jeans and a t-shirt, commuting from Richmond to DFW three times within three weeks. The 3Ls are right -- the first time it's fun, the rest of the time it's just a pain.
Okay, I'm not complaining. Technically I guess I am, but I don't mean to complain. I mean, what could better than an all-expenses paid trip home, right? Plus, the places I've gotten to stay are pretty swanky (to date, I've stayed at the Ritz-Carlton twice and the Fairmont Dallas once). I say it in all humility -- I actually think it's kind of ridiculous how much firms spend on recruiting law students -- and I've definitely had moments where I promise that people are looking me up and down and trying to figure out what in the world I'm doing in their upper-escheleon world. But I know that I better be careful, because my teacher mother, phD-seeking sister (who will have to pay her own way throughout the country when she goes on her internship interviews, though she'll be much cooler than I am and should get the star treatment) and social worker best friend will probably start to yell at me.
Seriously, though, I'm tired of fancy meals and endless small talk. There was one interview over lunch where I really, desperately wished I could get a burger. Probably not the classiest move in the world.
Thank the Lord for these two weeks I've had away from the Richmond airport. Away from fancy foods and thoroughly immersed in my Bagel Bites, naked spaghetti and Dr. Pepper. Really, this is the life.
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Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Under Construction
I think I want to come back and actually blog again. Not that I ever really blogged in the first place. So I guess in reality, I think I want to start blogging. Yesterday in Advanced Brief Writing they asked us what kind of writing experience we had. And I gave a little schpeal (*I don't think "schpeal" actually has a proper spelling, and if it does, don't tell me because then I will have to come back and change it*) and actually dug up some speeches that I wrote in my independent study speechwriting class. And I realized that I miss writing. A lot.
So maybe eventually I'll come back to my journal entries from Mongolia and finish inputting them. When I do, I'll probably delete this post because it's really just a place saver for my completed Mongolia recount. But until then, this site is under construction. I don't know what it will turn in to. Perhaps just an account of the interesting things in my life -- though I doubt anyone outside the halls of Marshall-Wythe would characterize anything in my life as such. Maybe it will just turn into an online journal, spilling my deepest desires and most protected thoughts onto the online page. Of course, if that's the case, then I'll be changing every post to "private," which pretty much eviscerates the need for an online blog.
But I want to write. And so I guess, for now, that's all the direction I need.
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So maybe eventually I'll come back to my journal entries from Mongolia and finish inputting them. When I do, I'll probably delete this post because it's really just a place saver for my completed Mongolia recount. But until then, this site is under construction. I don't know what it will turn in to. Perhaps just an account of the interesting things in my life -- though I doubt anyone outside the halls of Marshall-Wythe would characterize anything in my life as such. Maybe it will just turn into an online journal, spilling my deepest desires and most protected thoughts onto the online page. Of course, if that's the case, then I'll be changing every post to "private," which pretty much eviscerates the need for an online blog.
But I want to write. And so I guess, for now, that's all the direction I need.
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