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So, I recently had a bunch of spam comments show up, and in an effort to stem the tide, I've turned on comment moderation. So, if you comment (and please, do comment! it seriously makes my day) and it doesn't show up right away, it's probably just because I haven't gotten to approving it yet. I apologize for the delay.

Oh, also, you're no longer able to comment anonymously, which I apologize for--I hate that, but it turns out most of the anonymous comments were bots anyway. Sadface.

dripping with alchemy

A woman I worked with when I was a summer associate had been out on maternity leave when I started, and just returned. I hadn't seen her in nearly 2 years now, and so the first thing she wanted to talk about when she saw me was...the wedding. Ah, yes, the wedding. Of course. How quickly I forget. It was nearly a year ago now. A year!

A year ago at this time, I was getting ready for finals. Finals. Even the concept feels so foreign to me at this point. When I was in law school, occasionally someone would make reference to something that had appeared on a final I had taken. (Generally, talking about law school finals is totally taboo in all civilized circles, but now and then in conversation someone would drop a "oh, yeah, like that bizarre hypo with the cat and the lady with the pick up truck...") Anyway, when one of these references came up I, without fail, had no idea what this person was talking about. From the second I walked out of that exam room, if you had asked me one thing that was on the test, I couldn't have told you. Honestly. It's like how they say some abuse victims don't remember their abuse because they've just repressed the memory? I didn't understand how that was possible before law school. It's not like I'm not remembering because I don't want to. I honestly just don't.

This is all a long-winded, roundabout way of my saying...I think I also blocked out law school. Sometimes when I think back on it, I feel like it didn't really happen. Like I came out of college, took a three year nap, Rip Van Winkle style, and woke up a lawyer.

A year ago! Almost! Crazytown!

lazy sunday

This blog might be more aptly titled "Kate Does Not Have Life" or "Kate Gets a Dent in Her Couch, Made By Her Enormous Ass." For instance, did I really just spend the last hour reading Julia Alison's blog? She's not even for real famous--she's internet famous!

Bar study is making me crazy already. I was so zen about it for all of a week, but I just did yet another practice set of questions (on torts, the easiest subject in law school for most people) and realized I have sort of a general idea of how stuff happens, but as it turns out, a certain special Board of Bar Examiners thinks I need to know more than that. I made flashcards today. To be fair, I love making flashcards (there's something so satisfying about them), so maybe that's not reasonable to blame on bar study, but still. I shouldn't be in flashcard-making, Julia Alison blog-reading levels of freak out for another month or so.