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Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Well, the doom and gloom posts will cease for a little while. I thought I'd give you guys a legitimate post about my current whereabouts these days.

I'm still in Spokane beginning my summer session. I dropped a couple classes back over the first two years, and now I'm making up for the credits via summer school. I'm taking evidence with a big-oil-laywer-turned-jesuit priest. I guess this guy is trying to repent his way out of hell. Real nice guy though. He manages to convert the study of evidnce from "ball breakingly awful" to merely "sphincter clinchingly unpleasent."

To make up my other credits, I'm externing for the same immigration lawyer that I've been working for. In other words, instead of getting paid to work...I pay the school money to work. In return, I get credit and take one less final. In the grand scheme of things, I think this scheme of mine will work out just fine. The work itself is not too bad. Over the last year, I have learned a lot about immigration. I'm fairly certain that next year, I will be looking for a more challenging subject of law. Immigration is strictly form based. In other words, a monkey who has seen "My Cousin Vinny" a few times could probably do a decent job of it.

The most redeeming part of this job, however, is that I am helping immigrants who have been abused by their spouses obtain citizenship or permanent residency through a special process. It involves a small amount of legal analysis and almost resembles work a real laywer would do. This service, is ofcourse, free. Where the big-oil-lawyer-turned-jesuit priest chose to appease karma later in life...I'll frontload my good deeds and close out my life suing orphanages in order to make way for strip malls and underage night clubs. For big bucks, ofcourse.

In closing, I'll say something that is often repeated here at law school: post-graduate education puts the suck in success. Think about that. Deep....


Monday, April 30, 2007

I saw squirrel get eaten by a falcon today. I thought to myself...lucky little fucker.

Finals are here. If you are having fun, fuck you.


Thursday, March 22, 2007

Yet Another (and hopefully final) law school rant.

"This shit is getting old." That's all I kept telling myself when taking my Con Law midterm. The scantron, the confusing multiple choice question, the even more confusing essay question. As I filled in my answers, I could already see my place in the curve steadily declining.

It has become an annoying habit of mine to count the number of students in the test room so that I estimate the type of curve that will be applied. I count the number of smart students and assume that they will occupy the upper end of the curve. Then I count myself and the other struggling students and assume that we will occupy the bottom. Then through some demented calculus I determine whether or not I will receive a passing grade. Yep, I do this instead of actually trying to read the test questions and guessing an answer. Not surprisingly, I failed.

But what makes this failure so special is that I know exactly why it occurred, and yet I have no plans to remedy my predicament. I did not study very long for the exam. I only read summaries of the material. I spent class time playing web sudoku and instant messaging. I relied upon a publicly available outline. And you know what...that's all that I'm willing to put in. I am done with these frustrated nights trying to salvage my law school career. It is beyond salvation. I am so far down the toilet that all I smell is shit. I plan on following this flawed study method all the way until school is out. I basically only have enough effort left in me to do the bare minimum. And if my version of the bare minimum is not a passing effort, then so be it.

This place no longer deserves my time and effort. I don't thinks it's natural (or healthy) for a person to pay good money to feel this angry and frustrated. From the bottom of my heart, it is time to get out.

jon.

p.s. my mom sent me an e-mail with this picture in it. Fucking laughed so hard I cried. Never should have taught her how to turn the computer on.




Saturday, January 06, 2007

Got my grades today. They still sucked. I am still on "exception" status as a student.

My new goal: be on academic probation for all 3 years of law school.

Worst Possible Scenario Ever: fail after my last semester. This scenario is only made more hilarious because they let you walk before getting your final grades. That would suck so bad I would pretty much have to laugh at myself.

Two more days, then I'm back to the grind. Oh, and I got a new adult retainer...things are looking up. Ladies, don't all call at once.


Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Does anyone else find it funny that SOL is an abbreviation for both "statute of limitations" and "shit outta luck?"

One final down, four to go.



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