Summer Skin

Summertime and the living is easy...

A little too easy.

I hate to admit it, because I'm sure I complain more than anyone else in the world about being
"too busy" but... I'm bored. It's week 6 of the summer I chose (i.e., staying in Auburn and continuing my internship instead of working in Memphis). Today I have

Worked from 9 - 3.

Went to a meeting with the Layman Group and visited two businesses to ask for their support.

Read 15 pages of Catcher in the Rye (yes it's my first time, yes I'm 21, no I didn't have to read it in high school, get off my case. haha)

Took an hour nap.

Watched an episode of Gilmore Girls (season 5, hands down the best season).

Sent about 7 emails (outside of work emails).

Chatted with my fab roommate for about 30 minutes.

And now it's 9 o'clock. and I'm out of things to do. Well, that's not exactly true. There are tons of things I could do. I could read a psych article in preparation for working on my thesis tomorrow. I could work on the Singers alumni database. I could work on graduate school admissions information. I could write (not blogging style, but real style). But... eh. I'm just not motivated to do any of the above.

It's curious, how one can feel like she needs to do something, but not want to do any of the things that are available to do. Blame it on the culture of busy, one that breeds anxiety and hurried actions. I'm part of an unfortunate generation that feels like we need to go go go every second, but only when something needs to immediately be fulfilled. Perplexing.

What do people do when they have nothing to do? I mean, I have hobbies, I read and write and make baskets out of magazine paper. I blog. I crochet. But once I've done all of these things as much as I can possibly do them... then what?

Sadly I don't have an answer yet. I'll work on that. Meanwhile, I'll try to have something more entertaining to write about next time. :-)


With love,
S

The Long and Winding Road

In the past two weeks I have thought about myself more than I have in my entire life. Not because I'm generally super humble - I'm actually fairly self-centered, at least as much so as every other 21 year old female. No, because I have been working A TON on law school applications.

That's right ladies and gentlemen, it is that time again. I started my law school notebook last week and have been working on resumes, curriculum vitas, personal statements, supplementary personal statements, and more non-stop over the past week. Call it a coping mechanism (as in I'm drowning myself in the aspects of my law school applications I can control, since I can't do anything about my LSAT score now). Call it an obsession (you'd probably be right). Call it a waste of time... but nevertheless it's been my every day for the past 12 days.


Upside, I really like the first paragraph of my personal statement and the format of my resume.

Downside, I'm already tired of applications. And I haven't actually filled any out. Yes, it's partially my fault because once I start doing something (except possibly blogging) I do it obsessively. But still. The application process sucks.

Dear NYU, Will you just let me in? I promise I'm smart, smarter than my GPA makes me seem. And I'm a hard worker and I'm organized and... oh, let's face it. I'm exactly like every other applicant. Great.


Sooo here are my top 5 things that every future law student THINKS is his or her strength:

• "I really want to help people." Because it sounds bad to say 'I really just want to be able to make money someday, but also to prove to people that I'm smart enough to get a post-graduate degree.
• "I'm highly competitive, but also personable." Sure, say that to the guy whose self-esteem you slowly broke down each day in gym class by staring at him as he ran around the gym. No one ever knew why he dropped out of the races for class president, mu alpha theta historian, and LAX captain. But you do. Write about that in your personal statement.
• "I add diversity to the campus." Sorry people, there are only about 4 things that truly add diversity. And unless you immigrated from a land where only 6 people spoke English, saved an entire school building worth of seven year olds from the fire that your local government set to eliminate all education, AND went to Princeton, Harvard, Yale, and / or Stanford... no one cares where you volunteered or what kind of neighborhood you grew up in. And absolutely none of that counts if you're white. Or Asian.
• Academic Achievement. Okay. That's probably fair. Rock that 4.0 and 175... you're golden.

As for the rest of us... let's just pray for that 14 point curve and / or really low application rates. Here's hoping.

With love,
S