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Quote of the day: Dreams mean effort ✨
Habits to Adopt in 2017
2017 is finally on its way. Here’s a list of habits to consider adopting in the new year. I hope they inspire some ideas!
- Ellie
Health
Drink more water (Plant Nanny and a cute water bottle help!)
Get more sleep (Sleep Cycle changed my life)
Go to bed and wake up at a consistent time
Stop using electronic devices before you go to bed
Work out more regularly (Try Seven)
Go out on walks (Map My Walk)
Eat less junk food (Or drink less soda, at least)
Cook for yourself more (Start here)
Take your medication regularly (Medisafe Reminder)
Take off your makeup every day, if you wear it
Wear sunscreen every day (This one’s my favorite)
Moisturize
Clean your makeup brushes regularly
Change your pillowcases regularly (it helps prevent breakouts!)
Practice mindfulness (Smiling Mind is a good place to start)
Academic
Consider starting a bullet journal
Use a planner (Passion Planner, anyone? Or Todoist if you prefer digital)
Start a reading challenge
Sit closer to the front in class
Raise your hand more often
Start assignments closer to the date it was assigned rather than the due date (Some tips on beating procrastination here)
Get to know your teachers
Stay updated on current events (Try The Daily Skimm)
Learn vocabulary in another language (Mango Languages)
Learn vocabulary in your own language (Here’s one for English)
Personal
Talk to someone you wouldn’t normally
Call someone you haven’t talked to in a while (Mom? Dad? Friend who lives on the other side of the country?)
Tell your loved ones “I love you” more often
Make plans to see friends occasionally
Make plans to have a day all to yourself occasionally
Clean your room regularly
Or just make your bed every day
Track your spending (Mint)
Write that novel you’ve been planning (Here’s a start)
Keep a personal journal (Day One is easy to get into)
Spend some time reflecting on yourself once in a while
Take 20 minutes a day to draw/write/get the creative juices flowing
Spend time with your pets
Smile more
Details of my new bedroom/work space. I couldn’t be happier in my little space
So beautiful! 😍
student stereotypes
the "general step-mom": very organised, does things ASAP, constantly reminds you of the work you need to do, loves to say i told you so when your stupid ass keeps on postponing said homework until it's almost too late, also checks in to make sure that you managed on time. quote: "have you started on the homework yet?"
the "head-in-the-clouds genius": never knows what the fuck is going on, doesn't come to most classes, always has to get reminded about homework and deadlines (repeatedly for the same thing as well), always manages to pass all the exams with pretty high grades in the end. quote: "homework?????? what homework?????"
the "duty-bound procrastinator": knows exactly what the fuck is going on, does nothing about the things that need to be done, always finds something else to do instead, feels anxious for postponing all of it, does everything the last second and says it's never going to happen again (a lie). quote: "fuck, homework. i'll, uh, start right after i finish with this movie marathon."
Check yourself before you wreck yourself!
reblog to save a life
I can learn this.
It’s hard, but I can do it.
I might get frustrated and need a break, but I can get there.
I can.
I just have to keep trying.
I needed this too, thank you.
“Contract law, like life, is rich with rejection. If you can’t handle rejection, we suggest you skip this subsection–and maybe law school.” -Prof. David Epstein
well shit y’all I’m out.
Hi! I wanted to ask if law school is really that horrible? kinda scared tbh
Law school is beautiful and terrifying and nerve-wracking and exhausting and wonderful. I’ve gotten this question a lot, so let me be clear, law school is NOT for the faint of heart. That being said, the feeling you get when you excel in a particular area, or answer a question right in class, or finally understand a concept you’ve been struggling with for hours is absolutely unparalleled. You’ll be scared and you’ll want to quit but know without a shadow of a doubt that EVERYONE FEELS THAT WAY. Savor the good times, know that bad times are temporary–and its okay to be scared. “Fear doesn’t shut you down. It wakes you up.”
A Strongly Worded Letter To The Bar Exam
Dear BBE/MBE/BARBRI,
1) First of all, let’s talk about your stupid list of what I can bring into the bar exam. Oh my god, no sharpeners. NO SHARPENERS. Well yes, I’m sure sharpeners pose a grave security threat. I might lose my shit at seeing a Secured Transactions essay on the bar exam and threaten to sharpen someone’s pencil or something. Oh god, the sharpening! NOT THE SHARPENING.
Also, I fully understand why I have to keep my water bottle UNDER the desk when I am not drinking from it, and why it can’t be more than one liter. Imagine what would happen if I had a 2-liter water bottle that was on my desk, just randomly chilling! MAYHEM.
(Also, Taliban, thanks for telling me that revealing clothing is not allowed when it’s a hundred fucking degrees in this bitch.)
2) Mnemonics, bitches. You give us FAR too many. The POINT of a mnemonic, last time I checked, was to aid the retention of information. When you give us five thousand different ones (that are completely counter-intuitive), I forget them ALL. On the bar exam, I know I’m going to be sitting there staring at an essay question, and then write down something like
CATS-ACLA? in shrubbery Orville popcorn mm popcorn WITNES WHATSUP WASSUP WOSSSSSSup x MAD FIFI HAD AN AFFAIR WITH THE VICTORIAN GARDENER (in the shrubbery? PING)…some Backstreet Boys song I HAVE A PMSI I HAVE PMS I CAN’T CATS in the shrubbery H!H!HH
How is this going to help anyone?! This is not going to help me, Paula. I can never eat penne a la vodka without thinking of you EVER again.
3) The bar exam hypotheticals. Oh man, those hypotheticals. I could write a separate letter just on the horribleness of your hypotheticals. It’s bad enough that they’re long as SHIT. What is this, Downton Abbey? Are you all failed screenplay writers? I don’t give a shit that Douchebro Defendant is an ex-MMA fighter. The point is he punched a dude in self-defense, okay? If it doesn’t change the answer, I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.
I also hate that the limp dicks in your hypotheticals never EVER:
a) Record shit. Hey moron, if you’re buying shit from a dude you KNOW doesn’t have title, you probably want to record that shit. Or just don’t buy it, whatever. Who the fuck buys from a dude named Devious Dealer anyway? HIS NAME IS DEVIOUS DEALER. Fuck you.
b) Rescue properly. Listen mate, it’s real nice that you have a hard-on for superhero movies. But here’s a thought, don’t do shit like jumping into oceans to rescue people when you can’t fucking swim and you’re going to freak out and climb onto the rescuee’s body to save yourself. Same goes for when you see someone banged up on the road. If you’re going to randomly break their legs on the way to the hospital, SAVE IT. Call an ambulance instead.
c) Murder people in the good old-fashioned way. Hey, what’s wrong with just shooting someone? Why do you gotta pour Ex-Lax + arsenic into some poor camper’s soup to sabotage their chances in the tree-climbing competition tomorrow? Oh, you knew there was a small chance it wouldn’t kill them? TOO FUCKING BAD. I don’t care about Murder II, okay? Just own it and take them out execution-style, imbecile.
d) Leave Blackacre to anyone in fee simple. Don’t even fucking talk to me about leaving your shit to Jimmy’s grandchildren on the fucking condition that Paula’s husband opens a stupid oyster restaurant in 30 years. Wanker. Nobody wants Blackacre. It’s shitty. AND full of mortgages. AND easements. So fuck you.
e) Deal in anything other than widgets. What the fucking fuck is a widget? I’ve Googled that shit and I don’t understand it. Fuck you for delivering 20 red widgets and 20 blue ones two days late after writing a letter to repudiate first. NO-ONE WRITES LETTERS TO REPUDIATE. Get a phone, jackass. I’m not reading your stupid letter. I don’t give a shit that there was a storm that delayed production of your widgets. Here’s a thought: why don’t you handcuff yourself to your precious widgets and go jump off a cliff, Seller. You don’t even have a last name. No one will miss you.
f) Go into someone’s house and leave without starting some shit. What the ever-loving hell is this about? Okay, you’re up at 2 AM and you want to do some power-drilling RIGHT NOW. I get it. Your lousy neighbor promised you could use his power-drill to do some amateur carpentry and you need it RIGHT NOW. So you do the casual break-in and then randomly decide to jack off or swipe a Rolex or start some fires. NO. What the fuck is wrong with you, you pyromaniac? GET OUT. It’s 10-1 the neighbor’s going to see you and drop dead of fear anyway.
g) Get your subcontractor estimates right. If I don’t make it as a lawyer, I want to be a subcontractor. How incompetent are you dudes? If there’s EVER a subcontractor on any question, I know y’all going to fuck up your figures bad. Like, REAL bad. You’re going to be off by about a few hundred thousand dollars. What are you DOING when you’re running the numbers, smoking crack in your car? Don’t bother. The police are going to find it anyway. And then you won’t exercise your right to a lawyer. Fuck you.
4) Why do you talk so slowly, bar exam lecturers? I’m really sorry that you look like a dried up raisin of a man who’s going to die in the middle of telling us what to put in the blank spaces, but AIN’T NOBODY GOT TIME FOR YOUR POP CULTURE BROMIDES. It’s really cool that your son started a restaurant that I will never go to, but I have rage blackouts because you’re making the lecture ten times longer. Also, don’t even THINK about telling me what the old law was. It’s sweet that you think I’ll impress the examiners by putting in
“Well, in 1984, Massachusetts courts accepted holographic wills as long as they were signed with a giant pink My Little Pony pen. But in 1999, the law changed and only lavender My Little Pony pens were allowed.”
NO. I will not have the time or gift of recall to put that in. While you’re telling me that useless fact, I could be doing something like ripping out the perforated handouts from my book (WHY ARE THEY SO HARD TO RIP OUT? Who do you think is writing the bar, the Incredible Hulk?) MOVE ON DOT COM.
5) WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS COMMERCIAL PAPER BULLSHIT? I’m sorry but I thought it was as simple as ‘If you forge a signature, you’re liable for the $$$.’ But oh no, apparently not. Look, I’m never going to know this shit. Ask the Bank of America teller, okay? NO-ONE GETS COMMERCIAL PAPER. If you put commercial paper on your exam, I’m going to break all my pencils and then attempt to stab myself in the eye with the water bottle that’s underneath my desk because IT CAN’T BE ON TOP, OH NO. And to add insult to injury, you gave us Paula again. INDORSE MY ASS, PAULA.
6) There’s nothing I hate – well, aside from that horrible time I had to do BARBRI Amps and got 0%- more than looking up answers and seeing ‘C is technically correct, but D is a better answer.’ WHY. Would it be THAT hard for you to have three wrong answer choices? What makes D better? Does it volunteer at a soup kitchen on weekends? I DON’T CARE. I should get credit for picking C if it’s correct. End of. FIX IT. You’re negligently causing me emotional distress. Actually, intentionally. THIS EXCEEDS THE BOUNDS OF WHAT WOULD BE ALLOWED IN A CIVILIZED SOCIETY. You’re lucky I even picked anything. There are those times I start crossing off answers and I get rid of A, B, C, AND D and cry quietly.
7) [UGH I HAD SIXTEEN MORE POINTS TO WRITE HERE BUT I CAN’T EVEN BECAUSE I HAVE TO GET BACK TO MY STUPID INTERACTIVE PACED PROGRAM. WHAT’S INTERACTIVE ABOUT IT, BARBRI? IF IT WAS REALLY INTERACTIVE IT WOULD HAND ME A DRINK EVERYTIME I GOT LESS THAN 60% ON A PRACTICE TEST. FUCK YOUR PACED PROGRAM. AND FUCK THE BAR WITH THE FIRE OF A THOUSAND SUNS. FUCK IT.]
Thank you so much for your time! I will expect your response soon – not by letter in case it gets lost in the mail.
Yours very sincerely,
PAE.
Source- 20, July, 2013
This is more or less all I ever wanted to tell OAB but couldn’t! Amazin!
Me when people ask for advice on surviving law school
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Do you ever think Judges email each other to shit talk?
“Bev, I don’t know what was going through your head last week, but I could have written that decision in six paragraphs.”
“Fuck off Ruth, I’m glorious and you know it.”
this tip tho!!!!!!!!
I need to try this for trips I only bring a carry-on to.
I use to do this all the time in the military. Just forgot how to over time o.o
I wish I’d known about this when I was homeless.
I could’ve taught it to all the other ladies at the shelter and Darlene could’ve sucked a sour one because she never would have been able to bitch at us for “having too many clothes.”
reblogging this to have it forever because holy god damn
Sometimes I hate the study tips on tumblr like “drink water” and “smile more” will help you memorize 900 pages -.-
Drown your textbook in water and hope the knowledge can be absorbed through osmosis
You Guys Are Getting Close to #Finals Hell
Aka The Procrastination Nation
So here’s my gift to you
Recommended Lawblrs To Browse (x)
All My Finals Hell Posts (x)
The Hilarity That Is #Shit Law Professors Say (x)
A Tag Dedicated Exclusively To The Weird Shit We Find In Our Notes (x)
And just for good measure:
an actual serious post about taking take home exams (x)
an actual serious post about starting research for papers and memorandum (x)
an actual serious post about taking law school exams (x)
As women, when we’re children we’re taught to enter the world with big hearts. Blooming hearts. Hearts bigger than our damn fists. We are taught to forgive - constantly - as opposed to what young boys are taught: Revenge, to get ‘even.’ Our empathy is constantly made appeals to, often demanded for. If we refuse to show kindness, we are reprimanded. We are not good women if we do not crush our bones to make more space for the world, if we do not spread our entire skin over rocks for others to tread on, if we do not kill ourselves in every meaning of the word in the process of making it cozy for everyone else. It is the heat generated by the burning of our bodies with which the world keeps warm. We are taught to sacrifice so much for so little. This is the general principle all over the world. By the time we are young women, we are tired. Most of us are drained. Some of us enter a lock of silence because of that lethargy. Some of us lash out. When I think of that big, blooming heart we once had, it looks shriveled and worn out now. When I was teaching, I had a young student named Mariam. She was only 11 years old. Some boy pushed her around in class, called her names, broke her spirit for the day. We were sitting under a chestnut tree on a field trip and she asked me if a boy ever hurt me. I told her many did and I destroyed them one by one. I think that’s the first time she ever heard the word ‘destroyed.’ We rarely teach our girls to fight back for the right reasons. Take up more space as a woman. Take up more time. Take your time. You are taught to hide, censor, move about without messing up decorum for a man’s comfort. Whether it’s said or not, you’re taught balance. Forget that. Displease. Disappoint. Destroy. Be loud, be righteous, be messy. Mess up and it’s fine – you are learning to unlearn. Do not see yourself like glass. Like you could get dirty and clean. You are flesh. You are not constant. You change. Society teaches women to maintain balance and that robs us of our volatility. Our mercurial hearts. Calm and chaos. Love only when needed; preserve otherwise. Do not be a moth near the light; be the light itself. Do not let a man’s ocean-big ego swallow you up. Know what you want. Ask yourself first. Decide your own pace. Decide your own path. Be cruel when needed. Be gentle only when needed. Collapse and then re-construct. When someone says you are being obscene, say yes I am. When they say you are being wrong, say yes I am. When they say you are being selfish, say yes I am. Why shouldn’t I be? How do you expect a woman to stand on her two feet if you keep striking her at the ankles. There are multiple lessons we must teach our young girls so that they render themselves their own pillars instead of keeping male approval as the focal point of their lives. It is so important to state your feelings of inconvenience as a woman. We are instructed to tailor ourselves and our discomfort - constantly told that we are ‘whining’ and ‘nagging’ and ‘complaining too much.’ That kind of silence is horribly violent, that kind of insistence upon uniformly nodding in agreement to your own despair, and smiling emptily so no man is ever uncomfortable around us. Male-entitlement dictates a woman’s silence. If we could see the mimetic model of the erasure of a woman’s voice, it would be an incredibly bloody sight. On a breezy July night, my mother and I were sleeping under the open sky. Before dozing off, I told her that I think there is a special place in heaven where all wounded women bury their broken hearts and their hearts grow into trees that only give fruit to the good and poison to the bad. She smiled and said Ameen. Then she closed her eyes.
A Woman of War by Mehreen Kasana (via mehreenkasana)