yoga and a boyfriend

There have been a number of times in the past (almost) three months that I've wanted to post, but who has the time! It's been kind of funny to me that my last entry was on the night that I got EIC. See, one thing I left out of the story was something that Aaron said to me during the "handshaking and congratulations" part of the story. Aaron shook my hand and said, "I'm sure a lot of questions are racing through your mind already about things you need to know. Don't worry about any of it tonight. Go out and celebrate this evening ... because it will be your last free night for awhile!" I laughed, and he looked me straight in the eye and said "No. Seriously."

Clearly, I wrote off his assertion with no problem. After all, it didn't even make it into my recount of the evening! But I've always assumed that my understanding of being "busy" and other people's just don't match up. I've always balanced at least two "major" commitments, exclusive of school. In high school it was band, choir and praise team. In college it was BRH, Tridelt and, for three semesters, two jobs. So naturally I think that the way I balance things and the way others balance things are just different. I don't necessarily think it's good to have to prioritize as much as I've had to, but I feel like I'm a pro at juggling multiple obligations all at once.

Oh, what naivete I once had. I have been busier in the past (nearly) three months of my life than I have ever known before. I have read and discussed more legal scholarship than I ever thought possible. I have stressed over more small decisions that feel like HUGE decisions more times than ever could count.

And yet I still feel so blessed.

It's been a whirlwind of a semester. As indicated by the fact that I didn't even get online to inform the world when my finals were or update on my super wonderful trip to Kansas over my birthday. But within that whirlwind, I have found a multitude of blessings that I never expected. New friends with interesting personalities and a lot of laughter. A week of birthday wishes. And a sort of comraderie that can't be manufactured.

I'm looking forward to what this next year will bring. I know there will be moments of trial and tribulation, but I've got a good team in my corner. So bring it on.

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one more question

Okay, so it's nearly 1:30 a.m., but I can't go to sleep. I have a lot of thoughts racing through my head, and since this is intended to be as much as a journal for me as it is intended for anyone else, I thought I'd tell a story that I don't want to forget ...

At 8:13 p.m., I received a phone call from Aaron Garrett, the current editor-in-chief of the law review. Having wrapped up a week long interview process for editorial board positions more than 4 hours before, I was lounging comfortably but was excited to see a call from an unknown number. And then I heard those dreaded words: "We have a few more questions for you. How quickly can you get to the law school?"

My mind went to work. 15 minute drive. Changing back into hose/suit/heels. "Twenty minutes?" "Okay, just get here as fast as you can."

I pulled on my grown-up clothes, hoping that my face didn't have any "sheet marks" from the nap I had taken earlier in the afternoon, and I ran out the door. On my way to the law school (driving a cautious 3-5 mph over the speed limit the entire way), I wondered if this was a set-up or if I was about to face a barrage of questions that would forever determine my editorial fate. I pulled into the parking lot, entered the law school lobby and heard the sound of boisterous conversation coming from the direction of the faculty room.

Hurrying into the room, I was greeted by comments of "thanks for coming back," to which I hastily responded that it was not a problem. I was cold (I failed to mention that it had showered a "wintry mix" on my way to the earlier interview), and I was nervous about what this final interview might bring.

Then Aaron said, "We have one last question for you ..."

At this point I knew what was coming next, but I waited for what I was certain would follow ... and sure enough it did. "We have selected you as Editor-in-Chief. Will you accept?"

It was kind of overwhelming to react in front of the entire past year's editorial board, and I didn't see many of their faces, but the excitement was there. And after many congratulations and thanks showered around, I was on my way back to my house, to make my phone calls and celebrate the night away.

So how does this editor-in-chief-elect celebrate this sort of an honor? Go see a late night chick flick, of course! I convinced (though it didn't take much arm twisting) my wonderful roommate Sara to come along and we frittered away our evening with "He's Just Not That Into You." And now here I sit, trying to shut my mind off for the evening because my alarm will go off all too soon.

I'm overwhelmed and humbled. I'm nervous and excited. And I am so honored to be selected by my peers. I hope that I can live up to all of their expectations.

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