Screaming Bean |
Monday, November 24, 2003
The schedule of classes that are being offered in the spring semester came out on Thursday. They weren't put in the mailboxes until about 4:15. Luckily I was still on campus and was able to spend time this weekend trying to pick through the options and try to come up with the best combination of courses that cover what I need to take. The combinations of times and concentrations and writing requirements is annoying at best. The schedule has to be handed in tomorrow, to enter what I call the twilight zone of the inbox. The schedules go in with all the best intentions and come out as a schedule that doesn't even remotely resemble what you put in for. It's a secretive process involving voodoo, odds set out in the sportsbook at Caesars, and a great deal of whining and pleading. I thought I had set myself up with a decent schedule seeing as how I was going to turn down the clinic placement. However, this morning I received an email saying that the judicial placement which I thought had gone to someone else was now being offered to me. This throws my life into a tizzy. I have to look at the schedule I thought was nice and see if I can fit the 10 hours a week into it. I really don't want to have to turn this down since it would be a fabulous opportunity. Of course there isn't any parking, and it's only for 3 credits, but I think it would be a good thing on my resume and perhaps my only opportunity to work with a federal judge. Thoughts?
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