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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.


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…


-Mrs. This One

Misery Loves Me: A Valentine’s Day Story

Someone told me once that posting once a day was an ambitious task. At first I claimed that I could do it if I put the effort to it- which means I forgot we don’t live in a perfect world. As much as I’d love to come here everyday and tell you some crazy adventure that these two college kids went through during the day, sh*t happens.

Yesterday during Valentine’s Day, we worked and studied for most of the day. Hence why when my wife asked me if I wanted to go to a 9:55pm showing of Barney’s Version, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. Never mind that we had a midterm the following morning, that we were tired, or that I needed to read for a different class- I just needed a break from everything.

Halfway through the movie, my wife asked me if I still had the car keys. I looked at her in disbelief as I answered negatively. She gave a not-a-good-time-to-be-joking-honey look and I could feel the panic taking over my blood flow. I ran out of the theater headed to the concierge. I asked if someone had turned in any set of keys… no luck. The first time we ever go out without me carrying my set of keys. This had disaster written all over.

It was time to make a phone call. The strategy was to get a ride home, get my keys, go back to get the car, come home and call about the keys the following day. So who was I supposed to call? Keep in mind is almost midnight at this point, on a weeknight.

First friend, didn’t answer. Second friend, couldn’t find his keys or get a hold of girlfriend who had the keys. We decided it was better to call a cab- wait, we don’t know how to do that. Third friend: would arrive in about 15 minutes. Then we had to worry about the landlord. Paying the 20 dollar fee for calling after hours.

At around 1am we made it home.

Note to self: Do not leave the house on Valentine’s Day ever again.

Valentine’s Day

There’s no doubt in my mind that Valentine’s Day is a made-up holiday that benefits no one but businesses. Think about it- you’ll buy flowers and take your girl or dude out to dinner for an over-priced meal if you’re with someone. And if you’re single, you’ll go out and get chocolate because you’re not with someone.

Sure, I didn’t like this day during my teens as no matter how many people I dated, I always ended up single that day. But that’s not the case anymore. Not only do I have a date this time, but I have the best date. So what is my problem with D day now? That I know what is like to be alone in a day that was fabricated to make the single ones feel lonely because they’re single.

So I’m glad this thing will happen on a Monday. We’ll work, then go home and study for the midterm we have on Tuesday. As for the rest of you- celebrate if you must. And don’t worry about having that someone next to you if she/he isn’t there just yet.

What is Love?

So it’s not quite Valentine’s Day yet, but when I was using StumbleUpon today, I came across this article written by Rowland Croucher (and others). It’s titled, “What Does Love Mean to a Four-Year-Old?” Enjoy!

“A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, “What does love mean?”

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.” Rebecca- age 8

“When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth.” Billy – age 4

“Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.” Karl – age 5

“Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.” Chrissy – age 6

“Love is what makes you smile when you’re tired.” Terri – age 4

“Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.” Danny – age 7

“Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss” Emily – age 8

“Love is what’s in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.” Bobby – age 7 (Wow!)

“If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,” Nikka – age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka’s on this planet)

“Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.” Noelle – age 7

“Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.” Tommy – age 6

“During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn’t scared anymore.” Cindy – age 8

“My mommy loves me more than anybody You don’t see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night.” Clare – age 6

“Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken.” Elaine-age 5

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.” Chris – age 7

“Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day.” Mary Ann – age 4

“I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.” Lauren – age 6

“When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.” (what an image) Karen – age 7

“Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn’t think it’s gross.” Mark – age 6

“You really shouldn’t say ‘I love you’ unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.” Jessica – age 8

And the final one — Author and lecturer Leo Buscaglia once talked about a contest he was asked to judge. The purpose of the contest was to find the most caring child. The winner was a four year old child whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman’s yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, “Nothing, I just helped him cry””

Sometimes, little kids have the most unbelievable perceptions of reality. We should all be so lucky.

-Mrs. That One

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