Continuing our spanking theme...
I got my ass spanked by a complete stranger in the grocery store tonight. I was forced to drag the kids out to the grocery store--something I usually try to avoid at all costs. They were generally behaving like complete heathens--or maybe just children--as we made our way through the crowded store. When we are someplace crowded like that, I often tell them to line up like ducklings behind me with the oldest bring up the rear, so that others can get around us .
Anyway, the DD who was directly behind me found it completely hilarious to hit my rear as we shopped. I was just trying to get our shopping done and was generally oblivious to it. However, this old lady come walking up as I am trying to pick out a carton of eggs. She asks the girls if I am being ugly to them and if that is the reason I am getting a spanking. She then tells the girls that she will spank me for them so that I will be nice to them--and then she proceeds to do it. I was so completely stunned that I just didn't react. Even my girls were shocked--at four years old they know you just can't spank complete strangers in the middle of the grocery store.
1/30/06
1/29/06
"Elmo says if Daddy yells at me he's going to spank Daddy really hard and make him cry like a little girl." This is what 4 y.o. DD informed me this afternoon when DH was getting a bit miffed because she wouldn't get buckled into her car seat.
This is the same child who on Friday asked, "Can I please wear my bling to school?" referring to the bejeweled dog tag that she purchased at the Kiddie Jewelry store. She must always have on something sparkly or feathery or pink.
This kid is going to be trouble.
This is the same child who on Friday asked, "Can I please wear my bling to school?" referring to the bejeweled dog tag that she purchased at the Kiddie Jewelry store. She must always have on something sparkly or feathery or pink.
This kid is going to be trouble.
1/27/06
I finally have my grades. My grades were all over the board. In the end, my GPA is exactly what it was at NSG school. In fact, my GPA has been exactly the same my entire law school career. My lowest grade was higher than ever, and my highest grade was higher than ever, and yet the GPA stays the same. This might seem like a good thing, but its not. The curve at NSG school was set pretty low, so even though my GPA wasn't astounding, my rank was pretty good. Here, the curve is set much higher. Now my GPA puts me right in the middle of the pack. Actually, I think I am .07 below the curve. That sucks. The bright spot is that I got my first A in law school. Even better, it was in one of my hardest classes. And the prof who taught is a name that every lawyer in this state would recognize. And now, a few observations...
- The classes I disliked the most were the ones I did the worst in. (Both UCC classes--blech!)
- The class that I thought was the "easiest" is the one I did the worst in. Secured Transactions. The prof was great and made it very understandable--so why did I bomb?
- It is always the class that I think is the easiest that I do the worst in. So, is this because I'm so off base that I don't even know how clueless I really am, or is it because the class is easy for everybody and the curve is flat?
- I usually do well in my hardest classes--is it because I put more effort into it, or is it because the hardest classes are the most interesting.
- My crappiness of my grades were directly porportional to the amount of writing that was required. I do my best on multiple choice tests. Apparently my writing stinks (as anyone who is reading this will agree.)
1/25/06
It Gets Worse.
After bringing DD home last night, she settled in and slept through the night. I can't say the same for her sisters. Apparently they caught the bug. From 2:30 on I was up every half hour with somebody who was tossing her cookies. By 5:30 I was consciously hating my husband who was peacefully sleeping in an oblivion that only a man can achieve when all three of his kids barfing their guts up.
Finally, he gets up at 6 and oldest DD fills him in on all that he missed (including the fact that I am a bit ticked off that he never heard us during the night!). She is the most cheerful sick person I have ever encountered. He heads off to work, but calls me at 10 to let me know that is is leaving to come help out and so that I can make my Trial Ad class this afternoon-fortunately, the only class I have today. I think his boss might be a little PO'd, especially after the nanny fiasco last week, but hopefully we can get over this hump and back on track.
After bringing DD home last night, she settled in and slept through the night. I can't say the same for her sisters. Apparently they caught the bug. From 2:30 on I was up every half hour with somebody who was tossing her cookies. By 5:30 I was consciously hating my husband who was peacefully sleeping in an oblivion that only a man can achieve when all three of his kids barfing their guts up.
Finally, he gets up at 6 and oldest DD fills him in on all that he missed (including the fact that I am a bit ticked off that he never heard us during the night!). She is the most cheerful sick person I have ever encountered. He heads off to work, but calls me at 10 to let me know that is is leaving to come help out and so that I can make my Trial Ad class this afternoon-fortunately, the only class I have today. I think his boss might be a little PO'd, especially after the nanny fiasco last week, but hopefully we can get over this hump and back on track.
Sucky Birthday To Me
I thought last year topped the list of suckiest birthdays of all time. I turned the dreaded 3-0 and I was spent the day barfing my guts up (and, no, I was not hung over). However, today managed to top even that, culminating with my leaving the hospital AMA.
DD started getting sick late Sunday night. I spent the night with her in the guestroom and got basically no sleep, but I didn't have any classes Monday, so it was ok. By Monday night, she seemed to be getting better, so Tuesday (today) I went to class, and assumed she would be going to school. Unfortunately, she barfed all over the sitter this morning(whom I have not fired, but probably wishes she had quit before this episode), so off to the doctor we went this afternoon. The doc said she was partly dehydrated, and since I couldn't say how much fluid DD had taken in while with the sitter this afternoon, it would be a good idea for her to get some IV fluids. The small regional hospital adjacent to the doc's office was full, so we were sent to the Big City Hosptal (BCH), which, incidently, is supposed to be one of the best hospitals in the country.
Let me just say BCH sucked. We went to a special part of the hospital like a mini-ER you can only go to on a doctor'r referral. We were there an hour before they even did an intake exam. Then they still didn't have a room, so we waited another half hour . Once we got a room, a doc finally saw us. She did the same basic exam the ped. had already done this afternoon, but this doc determined that my DD was not sick enough to warrant IV fluids. She just wanted to wait half an hour to make sure that DD kept down half a popcicle, and then we could go.
Ok, by this point I am getting pretty peeved. Why the heck did the ped. send me over here if they weren't going to do anything? Like I don't have anything better to do with my time or money. Anyway, I am grumply biding my time, and DD is snoozing, when she suddenly wake up and starts barfing the popcicle. There are no nurses to be found--no call button in the tiny closet room. I have to clean up DD, then carry her down the hall to notify someone of the situation. The desk receptionist goes to look for the doc, while I clean up the room.
Now, its not that big a deal for me to clean up after my own kid, but nobody ever asked if we needed any help or anything. In fact, I told the doc that we needed a new table covering that never appeared, so after that point, DD couldn't even lie down anymore andwas stuck sitting up in a hard back chair.
The doc informs me that despite the fact that she is not able to keep any liquids down, she is still not dehydrated enough to require fluids. I told her that she needed to come up with a proactive solution, or I was leaving right then because waiting around in the hospital was not improving the situation. She grudgingly agreed to give the IV fluids, while repeating that it was not going to solve the problem. I asked her what would solve the problem, but she couldn't really anwer that.
The doc left, presumably to put in the order for the IV fluids, and we were left waiting again. After 20 minutes, there were still no fluids, and no one had ever showed up to replace the table covering, so DD was still sitting up inthe chair and wishing (like me) that she were home. A nurse came in, and I thought that something was finally going to be done, but no, she was only taking a machine out of our room that was needed for someone else.
At that point I was fed up. I gathered up DD, and headed for the door. I did stop at the desk to pay the stinking co-pay (only so that they didn't try to come after me for theft of service or something). The desk clerk scrambled for the doc and managed to produce her in record time. I calmly explained that I was leaving because I had been there three hours and nothing whatsoever had been done to help my daughter, that I was extremely disappointed in the level of service, and that I expected more from such a highly regarded institution. Since the doc didn't seem to think my DD needed to be treated anyway, I don't think that she was too upset by my departure. She did however try to get me to sign a form stating that I was leaving AMA and releasing them of all liability. Of course I refused. She said, "then we are not discharging her." I said, "I am taking my child and we are leaving now." And we did.
I have no idea what the potential consequences are for removing a minor from a hospital AMA. I have the tiniest fear that the sheriff will come knocking at my door and drag us back there. I just couldn't imagine wasting any more time there. When I'm sick I only want to be in my own bed, and I know DD was glad to be out of that miserable place.
And just so you don't think I'm a totally irresponsible parent, we are speding the night in the guest room again so that I can keep an eye on her, and I will call my doc first thing in the morning.
DD started getting sick late Sunday night. I spent the night with her in the guestroom and got basically no sleep, but I didn't have any classes Monday, so it was ok. By Monday night, she seemed to be getting better, so Tuesday (today) I went to class, and assumed she would be going to school. Unfortunately, she barfed all over the sitter this morning(whom I have not fired, but probably wishes she had quit before this episode), so off to the doctor we went this afternoon. The doc said she was partly dehydrated, and since I couldn't say how much fluid DD had taken in while with the sitter this afternoon, it would be a good idea for her to get some IV fluids. The small regional hospital adjacent to the doc's office was full, so we were sent to the Big City Hosptal (BCH), which, incidently, is supposed to be one of the best hospitals in the country.
Let me just say BCH sucked. We went to a special part of the hospital like a mini-ER you can only go to on a doctor'r referral. We were there an hour before they even did an intake exam. Then they still didn't have a room, so we waited another half hour . Once we got a room, a doc finally saw us. She did the same basic exam the ped. had already done this afternoon, but this doc determined that my DD was not sick enough to warrant IV fluids. She just wanted to wait half an hour to make sure that DD kept down half a popcicle, and then we could go.
Ok, by this point I am getting pretty peeved. Why the heck did the ped. send me over here if they weren't going to do anything? Like I don't have anything better to do with my time or money. Anyway, I am grumply biding my time, and DD is snoozing, when she suddenly wake up and starts barfing the popcicle. There are no nurses to be found--no call button in the tiny closet room. I have to clean up DD, then carry her down the hall to notify someone of the situation. The desk receptionist goes to look for the doc, while I clean up the room.
Now, its not that big a deal for me to clean up after my own kid, but nobody ever asked if we needed any help or anything. In fact, I told the doc that we needed a new table covering that never appeared, so after that point, DD couldn't even lie down anymore andwas stuck sitting up in a hard back chair.
The doc informs me that despite the fact that she is not able to keep any liquids down, she is still not dehydrated enough to require fluids. I told her that she needed to come up with a proactive solution, or I was leaving right then because waiting around in the hospital was not improving the situation. She grudgingly agreed to give the IV fluids, while repeating that it was not going to solve the problem. I asked her what would solve the problem, but she couldn't really anwer that.
The doc left, presumably to put in the order for the IV fluids, and we were left waiting again. After 20 minutes, there were still no fluids, and no one had ever showed up to replace the table covering, so DD was still sitting up inthe chair and wishing (like me) that she were home. A nurse came in, and I thought that something was finally going to be done, but no, she was only taking a machine out of our room that was needed for someone else.
At that point I was fed up. I gathered up DD, and headed for the door. I did stop at the desk to pay the stinking co-pay (only so that they didn't try to come after me for theft of service or something). The desk clerk scrambled for the doc and managed to produce her in record time. I calmly explained that I was leaving because I had been there three hours and nothing whatsoever had been done to help my daughter, that I was extremely disappointed in the level of service, and that I expected more from such a highly regarded institution. Since the doc didn't seem to think my DD needed to be treated anyway, I don't think that she was too upset by my departure. She did however try to get me to sign a form stating that I was leaving AMA and releasing them of all liability. Of course I refused. She said, "then we are not discharging her." I said, "I am taking my child and we are leaving now." And we did.
I have no idea what the potential consequences are for removing a minor from a hospital AMA. I have the tiniest fear that the sheriff will come knocking at my door and drag us back there. I just couldn't imagine wasting any more time there. When I'm sick I only want to be in my own bed, and I know DD was glad to be out of that miserable place.
And just so you don't think I'm a totally irresponsible parent, we are speding the night in the guest room again so that I can keep an eye on her, and I will call my doc first thing in the morning.
1/23/06
I finally got one measley grade today. While I was quite relieved to see that I have not yet flunked out of New School, I am a bit disappointed to find that my grade was only average. I don't like being average, and what makes it worse is that I worked my tail off for my average grade. The only thing worse than being average is knowing that you don't know how to be better than average. (Does that sentence make sense to anybody bu me?) Anyway, I fully expect the rest of my grades to follow the average suit. I am, at least in part, blaming this on the fact that my classes sucked. Since I was a transfer, I got stuck choosing from the leftovers, and the classes I had were far from my top choices. This semester looks to be much more fun, so we'll see if I can rise above mediocre when I have classes I actually wanted to take.
Anyway, I was pretty much wallowing in my misery when a classmate from my old school IM'd me. She is not doing well...and she failed the MPRE. I tried to offer words of encouragement, but even I know her situation is not good. Bad grades from a low ranked law school do not bode well for the job seeking process. Kinda put my (one) average grade from much higher ranked school into perspective.
Anyway, I was pretty much wallowing in my misery when a classmate from my old school IM'd me. She is not doing well...and she failed the MPRE. I tried to offer words of encouragement, but even I know her situation is not good. Bad grades from a low ranked law school do not bode well for the job seeking process. Kinda put my (one) average grade from much higher ranked school into perspective.
1/20/06
I am home writing my blog today instead of sitting in class. I'm a goody-goody and really do not like missing class, but my baby-sitter flaked out on me. For the third day in a row she has not shown because of car trouble. I think I am going to have to fire her. I have never had to fire anybody before, but I need reliable child care. My girls will be heartbroken, because they adore her. This is not the first problem, though. She is also supposed to be helping out with the housekeeping, which she has really been slacking off on. She has also not been fixing the girls hair every day for school. This may sound minor, but it really bugs me to pick the girls up from school to see them looking like orphans with crazy hair flying everywhere--especially when all the other little girls are fully coordinated with matching hairbows. We're in a very preppy school.
On a better note, I have my first trial ad lab session. I had to give an opening statement, then go over the video to see how bad I sucked. I wasn't totally terrible. My instructor told me that I told the story wery well, I just need to work on things like tone of voice and hand gestures. I also got a little argumentative at times, which might draw objections (although the other instructor seemed to think it was ok to push it a little bit). Overall, I think this will be a fun class.
On a better note, I have my first trial ad lab session. I had to give an opening statement, then go over the video to see how bad I sucked. I wasn't totally terrible. My instructor told me that I told the story wery well, I just need to work on things like tone of voice and hand gestures. I also got a little argumentative at times, which might draw objections (although the other instructor seemed to think it was ok to push it a little bit). Overall, I think this will be a fun class.
1/11/06
How stupid is this? Today I was forced to pay $103.00 for a brand new 2005 edition Con Law book. About right for a new law book, huh? Here is the ridiculous part, I also had to buy a teeny tiny paperback supplement for $26!!! Hellooo??? Why the heck do I need a supplement for a brand new edition? Any why the hell should it cost $26? I have to pay because the damn publishers made mistakes--they left something out before it went to the printer, so I have to pay an extra $26 on top of the $103 to clear up their mistakes? This is without a doubt the most ridiculous thing I have yet encountered in my book purchasing endeavors. I am even PO'd at the prof chose a publisher that thinks it can get away with such garbage.
1/9/06
I need to find a summer job. Fall OCI did not go so well. I had about 5 big firm interviews and a couple of gov't interviews, but no bites. Some I knew were not going well about 2 minutes in. A couple of the others I though went really well, and was a little disappointed. I'm not sure if my biggest problem is that I transferred from Not So Great School (NSG) or that I'm a mom. Soon I will have (hopefully good) grades in from my new school, so that should help out the transfer student problem. The mom thing is another matter (and I strongly suspect my bigger problem.)
I need a way to clear my resume of my mom status--without outright lying. Not an easy task due to the 7 year gap when I was staying home with the kids. I have considered saying that I was in prison, since that may actually be better than telling firms that I have children. But that would violate the lying part of my goal.
I'm wondering if I could just leave all the dates off my resume. I could pass for a recent college grad, but would firms notice and wonder about the lack of dates?
One of my husband's clients who is an attorney said that I should just say that I was working from home during that time. I have, very occasionally, done research projects from home. And DH has a part-time computer consulting business that I have, very occasionally, helped out with. I suppose I could stretch that out to appear as though I was working during that time. But it feels kind of sleazy. Then again, being discriminated against for having kids really PO's.
I need a way to clear my resume of my mom status--without outright lying. Not an easy task due to the 7 year gap when I was staying home with the kids. I have considered saying that I was in prison, since that may actually be better than telling firms that I have children. But that would violate the lying part of my goal.
I'm wondering if I could just leave all the dates off my resume. I could pass for a recent college grad, but would firms notice and wonder about the lack of dates?
One of my husband's clients who is an attorney said that I should just say that I was working from home during that time. I have, very occasionally, done research projects from home. And DH has a part-time computer consulting business that I have, very occasionally, helped out with. I suppose I could stretch that out to appear as though I was working during that time. But it feels kind of sleazy. Then again, being discriminated against for having kids really PO's.
1/4/06
Ok, so it's been a year and a half since my last post. Apparently once I made it through orientation, I found that I had no time to do the stupid blog. Nevertheless, I am giving it a second go round. It's my New Year's Resolution. Even if nobody else ever reads the darn thing, it would be nice to have some kind of memoir of my law school days.
So, a lot has happened since my last post. I survived the first year of law school. I managed to transfer out of Not So Great School into Better School. I kind of miss Not So Great School, but Better School will (supposedly) open many more doors. And its much closer to home.
I'm now starting the second semester of my second year. First semester of this year kinda sucked--new school, new people, boring classes. I am looking forward to next semester, though, the classes sound like much more fun.
The twins have turned four and have started acting like himan beings instead of the little monsters that drove me to law school. They are in Pre-K and love it, so my journey off to law school didn't seem to scar them too much.
That's all for now--I'll return tomorrow (hopefully).
So, a lot has happened since my last post. I survived the first year of law school. I managed to transfer out of Not So Great School into Better School. I kind of miss Not So Great School, but Better School will (supposedly) open many more doors. And its much closer to home.
I'm now starting the second semester of my second year. First semester of this year kinda sucked--new school, new people, boring classes. I am looking forward to next semester, though, the classes sound like much more fun.
The twins have turned four and have started acting like himan beings instead of the little monsters that drove me to law school. They are in Pre-K and love it, so my journey off to law school didn't seem to scar them too much.
That's all for now--I'll return tomorrow (hopefully).
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