it's just my job

I am so mean, but being mean is my job. Today, I arrested a 73 year old lady, and then yelled at a 6 year old (at the request of his mother) about stealing. I told him that if he didn't stop stealing items from his classmates that I was going to come to his school, handcuff him in front of all of his friends and take him to juvenile detention. The 73 yr old and the 6 yr old both had tears welling up in their eyes by the time I was done, and I knew their emotions were directly related to my actions. All in a day's work!

they're here

My LSAT books arrived the other day. The good news is that everything I have read so far looks really interesting. I mean that seriously - I am genuinely interested in the LSAT questions. They don't bore me. The other news (wouldn't necessarily call it bad) is that they are long books and I am sure I have a lot to do!

I really want to focus all my energy on the LSAT and law school applications, however, I still have so much homework for the class I am taking. I guess I know what I will be doing this summer!

the first step

Ok, today I ordered all of the LSAT bibles that a friend of mine told me are essential to studying for the LSAT. It was almost $130. The money isn't really a concern. My concern is that the LSAT sounds pretty freaky. I really really want to get at least a 170, and it would really be wonderful if I could get higher than that, because I want to go to U of M Law. Time will tell. I must start studying my butt off!

frustration

Does frustration ever stop? Do we ever learn to deal with it, whether it comes from work, a friend or a lover? Is it better to learn to control your emotions - acting stoic and icy - pretending it's no bother? Or should you embrace it all, and verbalize the internal neurosis of the daily irritations caused by others. Saying things out loud, or even writing them down (especially when you know someone else can/will read them) is liberating. Is it worth the potential pain it could evoke? Should you silence your lips before the words escape? Which is the answer? Control your thoughts and emotions and internalize it all? Or, request the control from others? Will anyone ever really know which is better?

ever notice?

We all wait for someone, it could be someone known or unknown. Each of us, at any given moment, could be waiting for a phone call, waiting for someone to be available, physically, or even emotionally. We could be waiting for them to start the best part of our day, or it could just be the interruption that we long for. Sometimes the waiting brings eager anticipation, but that can end in tears. Reactions can be so unexpected. You think one thing will be said, but it isn't. You can't let go of the words... People don't know how their words, or lack thereof, hurt. They can't see your quivering lip over the computer. They can't look at your face and see the clear liquid staining your cheeks. There is no way to know that the abruptness, that quick end of a "conversation" has chiseled a small chip out of your heart.