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You can call me Carla M. Lee, Esq., because I PASSED! I'm a lawyer!

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Guys, Missouri has found me of sound character and fitness to practice law! Providing I passed the bar exam, which I won't find out for a few days still. (If I think about it, I might throw up.) I was really nervous about not passing character and fitness because of the bipolar, but other than still being crazy, I'm the picture of health. (Yeah.) Or at least fit enough to pass character and fitness.


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Last night, I had a horrid dream in which I had to return to Michigan and move my stuff again. That was unpleasant.

Today, after changing the dressing on Mom's wound(1), I was teasing her about me being Dr. Lee, just like Dad does(2), and then it suddenly dawned on me, dude, I actually have a degree with the word doctor in it. Despite August being almost over, this summer has been so full of stress and things that it still hasn't really set in that I graduated with a J.D.

Still doesn't feel real.

(1) Let me tell you how good it is that I went to law school instead of med school, oh my god. I actually enjoy the process for Mom, because it is very precise and interesting, but I would not do this for just anyone, no.

(2) I am so my father's daughter. This summer has just driven that home even more.

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Three years ago yesterday I moved to Michigan to start law school.

I'm so glad I'm done.

I wonder how long I'll count before I no longer feel haunted or like I should be heading back.

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Dad remains incredibly excited about the Alaska ride. He sent me the link to these excerpts from a book about a motorcyclist's trip from Dallas, Texas to Fairbanks, Alaska back in 2004. Sometimes the author's tone grates at me, but there's some awesome pictures and details.

Excerpts from Live is a Road, Ride it Hard.

If I can just get through bar prep, this ride to Alaska is going to be unbelievable.
seeksadventure: (AtRH Adam what have I become)
So I was prepping a story for submission to an anthology, due a few days ago, but with Mom and the bar, I didn't get it done. It's a publisher I'd worked with before, and the editor knew I planned to submit (and had my synopsis already), so I sent a quick email just to give her the heads up that I wouldn't be submitting. She not only offered me an extension, but when I let her know when I thought I could have it done, said I could have more time than that if I needed, just to keep her updated.

I didn't expect that. I have a mental block against asking for extensions. Frequently, I just don't think about it; if the deadline is Day A, I'll get whatever it is done by Day A. I have a hard time asking for help, too. If things need to be done, I find some way to do it.

It was really hard for me to ask for an extension on my finals this semester, when I needed to get to Mom's side to say good-bye just in case. I am trying to be better about asking for help when I need it -- I did ask for the extension, after all -- but my first thought is not to reach out. I think I get this from my father, because I am watching him learn to reach out to the family for help, too.

I'm on my lunch break, so I'd better get some writing done and then get back to bar prep.
seeksadventure: (AtRH Adam tattoos and looming)
During dinner tonight, Mom said she told her nurse about the schedule I worked out with Dad and two of my sisters, so Mom is never alone during mealtime. The nurse thought this was just the sweetest, most clever thing ever. I was surprised that she was so touched and amazed by it.

A) Mom needs help. Dad can't do it all, nor should he do it all. Therefore my siblings and I pitch in. This is what our family does, and it doesn't feel like anything special.

B) Organizing the schedule of meals was the easiest thing I've done this week. It's simple and logical and the best way to keep track of who needs to be where when. (I plugged everything into my calendar, too, of course, and get an email update each morning reminding me what I need to do and who is with Mom when, even though I also have the schedule memorized.) I don't understand why it's such a clever thing to do.

In other news, we're having gorgeous lightning, thunderstorms, potential flooding, and tornadoes. I am actually mostly thrilled by this. I've been saying for three years that I missed good old Midwest storms and I really have.

Stress level: HIGH. I almost bit off Jake's head when he asked how my bar studying went today. Perhaps I should figure out a way to bring that stress level down a bit.
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So, uh, I graduated from law school today. Pictures to come. Lots of pictures. Lots and lots of pictures.

(Mom update: Still in the hospital, but doing a lot better as of this evening. I'm finishing two finals next week and then going to visit her again.)
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On the bus after my (first) final (of my last semester), I was talking to my dad on the phone and this happened:

Dad: *talks about important things like motorcycle registration and insurance*
Carla: OMG! *flails* It's Obama's security detail! They must be checking things out for Saturday! Look at all the military helicopters! They shut down the main street my bus uses! Fun!
Dad: You are not my daughter.(1)

(1) This is a lie, he didn't actually say it, but his silence implied it. Hee.

I am even more excited about Obama's graduation speech Saturday than I was about meeting and talking to Clinton when I worked that booksigning. On the one hand, meeting and talking to a former president (and flirting with the secret service guys before the signing, they were so hot!). On the other hand, being one of 100k+ people listening to the current president's speech at an impersonal graduation. (No, I don't know how many people will be there, but they are holding it at the Big House.)

Of course, I was too young to vote during the Clinton administration. (ETA: I meant, of course I didn't have the same sort of personal attachment to Clinton's administration because I wasn't able to vote him into office -- I was able to vote during the last half of his second term -- and when I started being involved with presidential campaigns, I had two heartbreaking losses [I won't debate right now whether they were actual losses or not] to Bush and eight years of really hating and fearing the Bush administration, so when I worked to support Obama's campaign and then he won, it left me with a special warmth, not that of course I was too young during Clinton's era. However, I am highly amused by the responses I'm getting. I'll be nice and avoid telling y'all the things my law school peers believe make me old. And now I really am studying.)

I wasn't nearly as involved with politics and the law when I met Clinton as I am now. I was invested in Obama's campaign and his win really felt like a victory. Plus it's graduation (though not my main graduation -- in fact, I still have two finals after Saturday -- when I went to get my tickets yesterday, the woman watching the line asked why I was still studying, and I laughed and said I hadn't even started finals yet!).

BTW, I have one ticket left, so if you want to hear him speak and can be in Ann Arbor by early Saturday morning, let me know. You'll be sitting with really amazing people, I can vouch for that. ([ profile] chr0me_kitten and her brother took the other tickets.)

Okay, just finished one final. I have another one in the morning. (A short one.) Sunday or Monday I do a take-home. Wednesday afternoon I have my last final and then I'm done. (Providing I pass everything, which we'll just assume happens. It's not guaranteed though.) My family shows up Friday and then Saturday I graduate. This semester -- this whole endeavor -- is almost, almost over.
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I talked to my dad for about an hour tonight. One of the things we discussed was Monsters & Music, my current novel writing project. (I also have review writing projects and short story writing projects, not to mention law school projects.) I've sent the first twenty or so chapters to my first readers, which includes Mom and Dad, and though Mom gave me her thoughts on the first ten chapters awhile ago, I hadn't heard from Dad about it.

(Dad is actually one of my subject-matter experts for all my writing, even the stuff that goes under the professional pseudonym; I run all the car details by him starting early in the writing process -- sometimes as early as the outlining stage -- and then have him double check the details. Sometimes this is only a line or two in a short story, though a novel like Werewolves in Love which has a mechanic main character is a lot more work for him. He's also one of my musician consultants, because he's a guitarist.)

The amusing part of all this is that neither of my parents actually likes what I write. I mean, not my work, but the genres and styles. They are both readers, but neither are fans of horror or monsters or paranormal romance or whatever. They don't really read teen fiction, either. Basically, the only reason they read my work is because it's mine, which is really sweet and supportive. I mean, Monsters & Music is teen fiction about a girl who can see the ghosts of murdered people and who ends up in the middle of some werewolf politics, and Dad has pretty much zero interest in any of those things, but was super supportive anyway.

I love that, even though they aren't interested in the genre, they are always eager to read more. My parents are awesome.

This reminds me of a story I shared with [ profile] bewize the other day, but meant to share here, too. I was outlining the end of the chapter I'm currently writing for Monsters & Music and realized there was going to be some serious making out and fooling around. For a moment, I was all, oh, Mom and Dad are going to read that, they're aren't really for sexually active teens, kinda awkward. Then I remembered it was ridiculous to be nervous, because a) I believe in my characters and their actions and support that but also b) they've already read the masturbation scene anyway, so how in the world was kissing awkward?

I'm entertained by us.

I'm sometimes amazed by how close Dad and I are, considering how different our beliefs. I was telling him about Obama speaking at graduation, and made sure to reassure him that it wasn't the same ceremony Dad's attending, because he's not interested in hearing Obama speak, while I'm thrilled about it. For some reason, we started talking about politics, too, and health care reform, and tax reform, which gets us both riled up, but in the end, even though I so deeply disagree with a lot of things, he still supports me completely.

I think the point I'm getting at here is how incredibly lucky I am to have such amazing parents.

Actually, this is sort of an aside to a rant I'm drafting about adoption stories and how frustrated I've been with them in the media these days. I should finish that up and post it, maybe Thursday. (Wednesdays are busy days for me at school.)

Dad actually wanted to talk to me today because he got his passport for our bar trip and was giddy with excitement about it. I'm giddy, too. While we were talking about it, he said he no longer thinks our original schedule is enough, he wants to more than double the time we'll be out together. I told him I was free from August 1 to November 1, so however long he wants to make this roadtrip, I'm game.

Basically, this entry can be summed up as this: My family, totally awesome.
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Guess who will receive a law degree from the University of Michigan Law School in May?

Me, obviously, but also President Obama, who will receive an honorary Doctor of Laws degree. He's speaking at the spring commencement, which doesn't actually include the law students, because we'll still be in finals that week and have our own ceremony the next weekend, but I bet we'll be participating now.

This is pretty cool, I have to say.
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Two and a half years. Many thousands of dollars of debt. (Being forced to survive freezing ass temperatures.) Finally, all my law school woes have a meaning: I was USEFUL and found a case for a friend. It was a damn hard case to find, too, mostly because the case I was looking for wasn't actually the right thing. But I found the right one and was useful.

I like being useful.

I have this thing on Facebook someone sent me that says, Being a lawyer had better be awesome.

Well today? It was awesome.(1)

(1) Not technically a lawyer yet, so probably I should say being a legal researcher was awesome, but it's just not as catchy.(2)

(2) I just disclaimered(3) this post of glee. I know what this means.

(3) I disclaimered a conversation the other day. I can't remember who I was talking to, but I disclaimered(4) it and they pointed it out because I didn't notice.

(4) Disclaimered doesn't look like a word(5) anymore.

(5)(6) Because it's not. I know, shut up.

(6) I like footnotes.
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(Hat tip to [ profile] karenhealey for the link.)

Just in case you haven't seen this: Preview for Glee, a new Fox show about glee club underdogs and high school popularity levels and jocks v. singers, etc. I am a little bit leery about what looks like a skinny white girl gets the popular quarterback plot, because I've seen enough of that, thanks, but who knows what the show will actually do. (I mean, yeah, it's Fox, so that's probably exactly what they'll do, but I don't know for sure.)

I just got back from a Holi celebration, so I am multicolored. Whee. So badass with my pink and purple and orange and green and yellow hair and skin and clothes. (Not really. I've already changed and washed off most from my arms and hands so I could sit and enjoy my soda and the pretty sun coming in through my window.)
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"It is as if the bizarre social and economic configuration of the quasi-anarchist Burning Man festival turned out to function in the middle of a city. What works in a desert is harder to imagine in Manhattan: people crashing on each others' couches, routinely sharing rides and food, and loosely bartering things of value." The Future of the Internet and How to Stop It, Jonathan Zittrain, p. 34.

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