goddess of the hunt. Today, I am back home for the weekend. Well, until Monday, anyway. Almost as soon as I got in my car and left school yesterday, I felt like an enormous weight was lifted off of me. At school, I feel like I feel constantly inadequate, like I'm always searching for something I did wrong and trying to figure out how to prevent it from ever happening again. I have so many memories that, when I look back, I blush just thinking about it. I can easily catalog every single mistake I have EVER made in law school. I never forget. Like yesterday. In my business organizations class, we had to write Articles of Incorporation and Bylaws for a fake client who is interested in starting up a clinic for providing holistic health care. She's smart, and she wanted to limit her liability and preserve for antiquity the amount of capital she (and her partner) invested in the business, and also protect her role as Superwoman and Chief Decision Maker of the newly-minted corporation. Understandable. I can sympathize with a fellow wannabe Superwoman, and I can work on making her role in the corporation as permanent and unchangeable as possible. Well, in class we had to swap our Articles and Bylaws with a neighboring group, and, unfortunately, I sit by a couple of uppity 2L girls who think that they know everything. They got our Articles and I knew they would tear them apart. Our professor--who I happen to love--gave us a rubric for analyzing the other group's work and then came around to talk to each of our groups as we did it. When she came up to us, she asked if we thought the activity was useful and I blurted something moronic like how reading it made me realize how many things I had screwed up. Probably not the most tactful. She was looking for something like, "Oh, yes, I have an intimate understanding of corporations and how to organize shares of stock to protect the managerial interests of my clients." Once again, I failed to deliver. She smiled, though, because she's a trooper and I have had one other breakdown in her presence this semester, and asked, "Ms. Wilcox, didn't your group get an A on the last assignment?" Well, Professor, I thought, that's only one success. I can think of soo many more failures. Let me list them... But no, she kept on and said, "You won't ever get anything totally perfect! I just want you to learn from it." What a nice woman. I really do like her. But, I thought, though of course by now I had realized to keep my stupid interfering mouth completely shut, how can I be satisfied with not getting anything right? Especially when all I hear is wrong. Here are a list of the things I have done wrong this week:
1. I did not save my mock client counseling session in the right place so my inept professor would be able to find it.
2. Although I showed her how to find where I HAD put it, I apparently did not do it well enough, because she still couldn't find it.
3. I showed her again, and although she was able to find it, there was something wrong with the volume for the last ten minutes, pretty much obscuring everything that I had said in the interview. Cool. Thanks, technology.
4. Deposition. Ahhh, my deposition. I would prefer not to think of it anymore, but I can't help it. In the future, I am going to make an effort to S-L-O-W D-O-W-N everything I say, not second guess my questions, and not talk over the witness. Be a friend to the court reporter.
5. I did not list our corporation as "for profit" in my Articles and it was one of the things we had to have on the rubric.
6. I forgot to print off two copies of the Bylaws to bring to class. (But I did fix this--I ran down to the clinic room and printed off copies during our break. But still. I forgot.)
7. I wrote a motion for substitution of counsel and, after my style of the case, I included a line to separate it from the rest of the document. Another lawyer did not like this.
8. I also referred to the petitioner as the defendant in the same document.
Anyway, I am home now, and I am leaving my faults behind. It's funny how much better I am able to sleep when I'm here and how much less stressed I feel. It's like a few days of freedom before I return to prison. Okay, I'm exaggerating. They don't have pepperoni rolls in prison. But apparently, in Moundsville, they serve lobster, according to my post conviction remedies professor... but I digress.
Today my analysis will come from a different form of footwear: Muck boots. Today I will shed my traditional footwear (flip-flops and Converse for everyday, but pumps on special occasions, client interviews, court appearances, oral arguments, etc) in favor of my hunting boots. You haven't known me to be like this yet, but in fact I am quite a different person when I come home. Andy and I hunt and fish a lot in our spare time, and this weekend is no exception. Today, I have a date with a brand new ladder stand that Andy put in a prime sniper position on my great-grandmother's property (now belonging to my grandfather). It is his personal goal to get me to shoot a deer with my beautiful Mathews bow. My newly pink fletched arrows are primed and ready to go. Number 3 has been flying awfully well in the last several months. I outfitted her with a broadhead (and a few others, just in case). She and I are going to sit in the treestand and hope for success on some front. I would really like to have success somewhere, at something.
When I do, you can officially call me Diana. I really like to be the goddess of something--especially since I'm definitely not the goddess of law school.
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