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Dreamy Law School, Revealed

  • So what school was Dreamy Law School (D, you ready?)? Keep reading.

For those of you who have been reading for a bit over a year now (wow, times flies), you’d know that 2011’s V-Day was a nightmare for us. So was the one in 2010. In order to avoid misery for another year, we decided not to do anything special this year- I mean, how could we? I had to work all day, and as soon as I got home from school, I was supposed to work on a midterm paper due the following day. We made absolutely no plans for that day. Not even to get roses.

However, as the day progressed, we’d soon find out that either Life wanted to make it up to us for the last two V-Days, or that Life felt we needed a super awesome gift. Whichever it was, our lives would never be the same after this day.

A little after 1pm, while I was still stuck at work, I got a chance to take a little break. I called my wife to say hi and see if she was having a good day so far. Out of curiosity, I asked her to check my email- you know, my (now cured) law school anxiety had kicked in once more. She told me about some spam I’ve gotten and how that was pretty much it. Until she noticed that she had originally missed an email from Dreamy Law School. My heart skipped a beat. “Read it!” I ordered. “I did,” she replied. The fact that she wasn’t screaming out of happiness made me realize that it probably wasn’t good news. After another second she finally broke the silence.

YOU’RE IN!

I had her read the email to me a few times. I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t, to some degree. This school was so out of my reach, with my low LSAT and all, but THIS was my school. THIS ONE I needed to get into. THIS ONE was my dream school. Now I’m waiting to hear from any scholarship offers. There’s a chance I won’t get any, but I’m staying hopeful.

So why was this such great news? I mean, besides the fact that this was my #1 school? Well, my girl got into the UCLA graduate program. Me getting into this school meant we didn’t have to live far away from each other. Conclusion: best V-Day EVER!

Now, if another local school offers me a lot of money, I’d have to strongly consider it. After all, I’m not about to sell my soul for loans. But in the meantime…

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-Mrs. This One


Ask and You Shall Receive?

As soon as I blogged about scholarships, I got one. Perhaps I should blog about getting into my top choice (DLS) with a full ride? Nah, I’ll save that one for later– but that would definitely be a dream come true.

The scholarship I got is for a school that would put me miles away from my girl (Homewrecker Law School: HLS)*. This is one of the few schools I applied to knowing that the Mrs. wasn’t going to be nearby. I did it because I liked the school, and knowing that, my wife almost forced me to do it. But this set of schools… I never saw myself going to them because I knew they would separate us. They were the type of schools I was allowed to look into only if going to the same area wasn’t going to be a possibility anyway.

So here I am, with a close-to-full-tuition scholarship, without being able to celebrate. I never realized that graduate and professional schooling would pose so many challenges for us. Live and learn, right?

-Mrs. This One

*This school is in NO WAY related or making any references to Harvard Law School which name happens to coincide with the fictitious name I have chosen for a completely, unrelated law school.


Winter Break is Almost Gone

We’re three days away from starting the winter quarter. If I could, I’d take two more weeks to rest. But no, that ain’t gonna happen. That’s alright, I guess.

Photo Courtesy of Free-Extras.com

During the last quarter I went through a severe period of depression. The worst I’ve had if you ask me. I was doing way too much while being terribly sick. All I wanted was to rest and to not worry about anything else. But that wasn’t an option. I must say that after I got what I wanted (a break), my spirits were lifted incredibly high. I’m back to being the same dreamer I had been not long ago. So much so that I believe I’m going to get accepted into some really great schools.

In the mean time, I’ll be spending the whole weekend cleaning and trying to make this place more livable. We are also going with some friends to the UCLA vs ASU game tomorrow night, and I will definitely be watching the Steelers-Broncos game on Sunday. Not a bad weekend, huh?

-Mrs. This One


A Bit Surreal

Does your life ever seem surreal? Like, you stop doing whatever you’re doing for just a moment just to ask yourself: “How did I get here?” This question never comes in a negative tone for me, but it happens more often than I’d like to. It actually happened just two minutes ago as I left the room where my wife and her cousin are playing Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3.

I don’t know know why this happens to me. I’ve come to think that it may have something to do with the fact that I’m so far away from the world I grew up in, that sometimes I feel like everything around me is just a dream. A good one, no doubt- but different nonetheless. Could it be possible that I actually miss my roots? And even if I did, what’s the point? There is nothing left of my childhood’s environment. It’s just me, my gal, and whatever is forward.

Okay- I need to go back before they notice I’ve been gone for too long.

-Mrs. This One


If Dreams are Choices, and Choices are Hard…

It is Friday night, and while some may think TGIF, I’m thinking SWIFA (Say What? It’s Friday Already?). This can be both good and bad, but I will certainly let you be the judge of that. Anything I did prior to today is a blur. I am swamped with homework and studying coming at me from every which way. The Mrs. has already pointed out that I’m certainly less available. And all I thought after she said that was: wait until I’m in law school.

I’ve certainly seen my time shrink and the saddest point is that this was somewhat a choice. I emailed my BFF earlier (did I just used the term “BFF?”), and at the very end of the message pointed out that I was sure she was having more fun than me. I mean, she’s in college too, in a sports team (no, she’s not a lesbian), and working part-time. But that still does not add up to my 15 units (11 of which are honor courses), plus my legal internship, and this law school process (prepping and taking the LSAT, writing about three different personal statements, filling out 10+ different applications, asking for letters of recommendation, etc.). The crazy thing is that she chose her path and I chose mine. No one put a gun to my head and told me to go to law school (unless you count my mother. Just kidding. Kinda). I could have chosen to be a gym teacher and things would have been a lot different (no disrespect to gym teachers’ curriculum).

There are a few things I’ve learned out of all of this though:

  1. Lawyers are not just terrible* people. They are terrible people who worked extremely hard to be where they are.
  2. Dreams take some passion because without a good amount of passion, I would have given up my dreams already.
  3. Don’t marry someone who is not ready to go through everything you- and I mean everything.
  4. Blogging while you’re too busy is not necessarily impossible. Blogging without mentioning the LSAT at least once, when you’re about to take it, is definitely impossible.

-Mrs. This One

*Based on the silly stereotype that all lawyers are money-hungry, and heartless beings. A view I do not share; at least not always. 


I’m Very Traditional

It’s official, I’ll be moving closer to Westwood over the summer- more importantly though, I’ll be moving in with my girlfriend.

One of the things that I think dooms us, gay people, is the fact that certain people think we’re trying to break the status quo of society: man flirts with a woman, they get married, have children and then the cycle repeats itself. Gays on the other hand, we’re deviants, weirdos, queer, and whatever else that people go around saying.

When I met my girlfriend, I told her that I wasn’t looking for anything serious. It wasn’t because I didn’t really want anything serious with her, but because I was tired of people not wanting something serious with me. So much that I had given up trying. In reality, I have been wanting something serious my whole life.

When I was little, I used to dream of growing up, going to school, getting married to my college sweetheart, move to a nice house, have children and then watch them go away to college while my sweetheart and I would grow old together. Somehow, even when little, I just knew that my sweetheart wasn’t going to be a man. I was too little to understand why I felt that way, but I still dreamed of that fantasy.

When I first dated, I dated a boy- because that’s what you’re supposed to do if you’re a girl; you go date that nice young man who lives down the street. This nice young man was indeed really nice, but I never looked forward to seeing him- it was almost like something I had to do. That feeling changed when I dated a girl. I could feel that excitement in me just with the thought of seeing her later (even calling her!)- it was indeed what I imagine 16-year-old straight girls feel over boys… I just felt it for girls. My fantasy once again made sense. Although, I would soon find out that not everyone has the same fantasy.

Girl after girl after girl, okay it wasn’t that many, but still- I realized that people in general, aren’t serious about spending the rest of their lives with just one person. It doesn’t matter if you’re straight or gay, we live in a society that praises promiscuity. Same-sex couples aren’t trying to damage “the institution of marriage,” individuals with lack of love and commitment are the ones doing all the damage.

My girlfriend and I eventually realized that when we were little, we wanted the same things (specially coming from very Republican states) but down the road, we found people who hurt us and we forgot what was like to be little and dream of things. Dream of very good things.

Now let me tell you about my dreams. I fantasize about the day my girlfriend and I move in together (which will be very soon). About the day we can get married (and be protected under rights that say we are each other’s spouse). Then the day we have the house, and the kids, and how we’ll split our schedules to pick them up from school- or when I’ll have to get out earlier from work to go to a soccer game (or a piano recital).

I apologize if I don’t fit the stereotype; if I’m not the deviant trying to corrupt society. I just happen to be like any other girl. Just a very traditional girl (who happens to love another girl).


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