Legal Writing blog

Through my Google Reader I have found a very interesting blog authored by Wayne Schiess

LegalWriting.net

Am I grounded???!!!

So, what comes to my mind now are words of one of attorneys or maybe publicists (I don't remember): "Write your posts carefully, because sooner or later your classmate, boss, etc will read your blog."

It was a good advice and I took it, though with a thought "How would they find me?!" Silly fool!!! I have just realized that I have connected to my school's blog without erasing this blog from my profile. From learning a sitemeter's analysis I understood that I was not the only one who entered this site from my school's web host ..... ooopss! Is it too late to disclaim all responsibility, liability and ther -ibilities??!!

Yes, I am not a saint, and, please, don't pay much attention to my English, it always was imperfect, although I skillfully hide it in my memos.

Tuesday morning with a cup of coffee

What can be nicer than a cup of coffee after tax class.

Saturday... sunny Saturday...

... and no, I am not outside walking winding trails or taking pictures of yellowish trees. I am working on my memos. For those two years of law school survival I never gave a thought to the fact, that as a law student you don't have weekends. Last year I met this girl who is from the same country I am. We had a dinner together with her hubby, we went for a hike this summer and frequently chat on the phone. Now she keeps asking me every week "When will we get together? when will we go for a hike?" My usual answer is, " Please, wait till Friday and I will let you know what is going on with my schedule?" But you know what? I never call back or if I do my answer is "Sorry, I have a work to do." Work by its meaning is not only school work, but also cleaning a house, cooking for the week, or just relaxing with longing for no movement - sleeping or stupidly staring at TV.

Too late I have realized how much time I have been spending on studying instead of simply enjoying my life by doing what I want -- something active and creative -- but not what school wants -- some boring, multi-paged reading or memo writing. Blah... take it a law student.

Meantime, my memo for clinic hasn't received success with my partner. She sent me her revisions that looked like a bloody field of red change tracks. Thanks a lot, - I would say half with appreciation and half with an irony. It is great she pointed at my mistakes, but it made me feel a sheety writer. F... with that. I keep writing.

My health rockets downhill with a speed of light. Doctors' appointments take an enormous amount of time leaving me with unfinished assignments and tearful mood, because I am behind and I don't know when I will get back on track.

The bottom line: currently my life sucks despite an awesome warm sunny beautiful weather.

P.S. it is my first experience sending a post via email. I'll see what happens.

quick update

So be quick (because I have a memo to write) I'll tell that summer was fabulous. I went to so many places that I wanted to come to, that I even cannot believe it is possible to do in one summer. Except travelling I was on two interships. Nothing special but I think I have learnt some stuff.

Despite great summer and good relaxation for two and a half months I started school not in the best mood. I have some health issues and visits to doctors take a lot of my time. As a result I am behind with my reading. Additionally, I have this memo to write and, yes, I am difficult on writing.

Today I have planned to get up earlier and do my reading for morning class. But then I couldn't fall asleep, so I took a sleeping pill. As a result I woke up too late and was almost late for my class. Luckily, I have read just right amount of pages. I am really suprised b/c generally I am not so often granted with luck.

Elbert Hubbard, A message to Garcia

A fascinating story I have been assigned for the clinic. This is what sometimes I am afraid to feel about myself

. . . this incapacity for independent action, this moral stupidity,
this infirmity of the will, this unwillingness to cheerfully catch hold and
lift, are the things that put pure socialism so far into the future. If men
will not act for themselves, what will they do when the benefit of their
effort is for all? . . .

. . . The employer is constantly sending away “help” that have shown their
incapacity to further the interests of the business, and others are being
taken on. No matter how good times are, this sorting continues, only if
times are hard and work is scarce, this sorting is done finer - but out
and forever out, the incompetent and unworthy go. It is the survival of the
fittest. . . .

. . . My heart goes out to the man who does his work when the “boss” is away, as
well as when he is home. And the man who, when given a letter for Garcia,
quietly takes the missive, without asking any idiotic questions, and with no
lurking intention of chucking it into the nearest sewer, or of doing aught
else but deliver it, never gets “laid off,” nor has to go on strike for
higher wages. Civilization is one long anxious search for just such
individuals. Anything such a man asks will be granted; his kind is so rare
that no employer can afford to let him go. He is wanted in every city, town,
and village - in every office, shop, store and factory. The world cries out for such; he is needed, and needed badly—the man who can Carry a message to Garcia.

Great things to think of in those hard times of high level of unemployment, isn't it?

P.S. I am working on my first this school year post, but still didn't come with apologies of my long-term absence from those pages. But stay tuned. Sooner or later I come back.