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Name: Steph
Country: United States
Birthday: 7/4/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: 1.) Sleeping!
2.) Eating!
3.) What more is there to life? Haha... (The list consists seriously of dancing, singing, laughing at people, reading, writing...mainly boring stuff)
Expertise: Umm....?
Occupation: Student
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Member Since:
4/22/2003
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| The way to get yourself out of depression is to focus on the positive.
My Happy List (in no particular order):
1. I got to go broomballing yesterday! I haven't been broomballing in a long time and it was fun (even though I am getting much older, hehe...)
2. Though still in the process of church hopping, I went to SFBC today and had a nice experience. Everyone was REALLY friendly and welcoming.
3. I forgot how much I enjoy singing - belting out Carrie Underwood songs is ridiculously therapeutic.
4. Praise music is beautiful. It's such a joy to worship God.
5. Exercise gives you endorphins. Endorphins make you happy. (Happy people just don't kill their husbands. They just don't.) -Legally Blonde
6. I have a wonderful boyfriend. Yay Justin!
7. It's really cool when you haven't seen friends in a while and then you meet up and you still have fun together. =)
8. It's been warm AND sunny in the city! 70 degrees at the end of October!
9. 8 hours of sleep this weekend! No bags under my eyes the past few nights!
10. New TV shows discovered: Cougar Town and Glee - plus old favorites like Psych, Big Bang Theory, and Heroes. =)
*11. A while ago my status message read, "In need of some good news" or something like that. And Jenna said, "Jesus died for you." Talk about a "Ka-pow" moment. So this should be first on the list. Jesus died for me.
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| In the past month I seem to have been extra unlucky. Some examples of bad luck I've run into:
1. Lost my ID card.
2. Get ID card replaced - costs me $15 (needed ID card to get into the library.) 30 minutes after I get the new card, the dean's office calls to say they found my old card. (I had gone to the dean's office right before getting my card replaced to see if someone had turned it in....)
3. I get a $50 parking ticket for not turning my wheel on a hill. Only in SF....
4. My passenger side mirror on the car gets busted - $330 worth of repairs
5. Bee sting at the beach (really random) - I've never been stung before and all of a sudden this bee randomly is on my hand and stings me (I didn't even know it was there!)
6. I get sick right after the bee stings me!
7. Ants have invaded the bathroom...it's really odd that they choose the bathroom....
8. I've dropped my cooking (or it has fallen in the pan) at least 2x in the past two weeks (all that work and then I don't get to eat!)
9. Bought a bottle of dishsoap at Costco. All the stuff didn't fit in the trunk of my car so I put some in the front seat. On the way home, I notice that the dishsoap cap has come loose and soap is all over my front seat (and a little on my beloved Coach bag!)
10. While I was petting the manta ray at the aquarium today, my purse (again the Coach bag) fell off my shoulder and dropped into the water. Only half the purse got wet (eww) but this is the half that included my PHONE and WALLET. Phone obviously is now sitting in the bathroom drying (and not working).
One could argue that these unlucky accidents stem from a lack of due care and overall clumsiness. While there may be some truth to this argument (like #4 could have been avoided with a little more exertion of care), I maintain that I've had an unprecedented and uncanny amount of bad luck this month. I'm usually a very careful person. So yes...it has been a very unlucky and very expensive month. And I am sad.
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| When things go wrong (or at least don't go your way), it's easy to cry and feel sorry for yourself. I'm going to try really hard not to cry and not to feel sorry for myself.
Life is unfair. People suck. The world is a broken place.
But God is still good.
God is always good.
"When I am weak, unable to speak
Still I will call You by name
Shepherd, Savior, Pasture Maker
Hold onto my hand
You say, I Am"
(Nichole Nordeman, "I Am")
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| ...everything people say it is.
1) HARD - Case after case (20-50 pages worth per class) the reading is mind-boggling. Not only do you have to read a LOT, you have to read WELL. You have to walk into class knowing (almost by rote in some classes) exactly what happened in the case, how it connects to other cases, how the judge got to his decision, and what the arguments for and against the policy are.
2) COMPETITIVE - For some reason my classmates' brains seem to work 10x faster than mine. Everyone is competing for the best seat, to answer the question correctly, to be noticed by the teacher, to get the used books with the least amount of highlighting. It's intimidating to be in a room with so many people who are intelligent, hard-working and articulate.
3) BUSY - We only have 2 classes a day M-F but I'm at school from 7am-5pm and there's no "down time" in that - it's either spent in class or in the library (or for me at work at Public Safety). Sometimes I eat lunch in the law school lounge with classmates. I've been trying to get to a USF Bar Night (held weekly on Thursdays for the whole law school) but have not been able to get a night off.
4) INTERESTING - At least I think it's interesting. The material makes you think about things you don't normally consider and I'm learning something new everyday. I'm definitely growing in knowledge and "learning to think like a lawyer" (whatever that means). Some of my classmates and I start laughing about the most random things (and by random I mean dumb and dorky - they usually have to do with definitions of "assault" (crim law) and "consideration" (contracts).)
5) SCARY - Profs really do the cold-calling thing. Some can be pretty cool about it and others are pretty hard-nosed. They all mean well, I'm sure, but it's still scary to be in the spotlight with 100+ people waiting for you to give an answer on the spot. It's especially scary when you didn't really understand the reading and you're still trying to process the comment made 5 minutes ago by another student.
6) EXCITING - There are a lot of opportunities for growth, especially at USF. I get to meet new people, learn new ideas, have opportunities to go all over the world, do real social justice work and even argue a "mock" case or pretend to be counsel making arguments for clients. I can't wait till second year when I'll be able to do internships/externships, work in the field, participate in clinics and study abroad.
The best way I can describe law school is that I am truly blessed to be here. When I was taking the LSAT (twice), I didn't feel confident that I'd ever make it. God has opened a lot of doors for me to follow a path that I'm not even sure about. I am happy with my new life - well...as happy as one can be expected to be when worked half to death. =P There are definitely days when I feel overwhelmed with all that is expected of me (work wise), and there are days that I feel lonely and hopelessly lost (financially, emotionally, physically and especially mentally). But more often than not, I find myself smiling because my classmates are pretty cool, I'm learning like crazy, and I fill somehow fulfilled - like this is something I always knew I was supposed to do (even if it still feels a little uncomfortable).
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| I've never been much of a kid lover. Kids actually kinda scare me.
1) They're so impressionable - that's a huge responsibility! I don't want to be responsible for a kid learning a bad word or eating too much junk food (and getting fat).
2) Many kids are BRATS and I have a bad temper (and can be violent if you make me mad enough). This goes back to the responsibility thing - I (as a "responsible" adult) don't want to be held liable for locking a kid up in a broom closet or beating him with a stick if he pisses me off.
3) Kids like to play, and I've never been a good player. Even as a kid I was a nerd: I didn't play. I read books. The thought of having to play with a child therefore terrifies me because I would have no clue what to do.
4) Kids over the age of 10 tend to be taller than me. And that's just not cool. It's scary.
This list came to mind because I have been trying to think of "kind" ways to "love" my downstairs neighbors as God has been pushing on my heart to solve my conflicts in a loving manner. I thought, "Perhaps I could offer to babysit for Elizabeth and this would allow mom and dad to go out for a night of R&R. And then I could get to know Elizabeth and maybe she wouldn't be so bad after all." And then I was reminded of my ultimate fear of children last night when I had my ass handed to me in laser tag by a bunch of rowdy little boys who scared the living daylights out of me. To add to the whole "Steph, you would be a horrible babysitter" train of thought, after I got home from my laser tag excursion, at 3:30am the downstairs neighbors started yelling at each other and I wanted to go downstairs and tell Elizabeth that if she didn't shut up the Boogie Man would eat her. I was even thinking I could find a Boogie Man costume to reinforce this threat.
So one of two options remains: think of other ways to be kind to my rude neighbors or start making a Boogie Man costume.
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