About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


AT THE MOMENT

Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

Mood: The current mood of bbbeans@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

LAWYERS

Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
f/k/a
Lessig Blog
Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground
Jeremy's Weblog
Begging The Question
The Neutral Zone Trap
the imbroglio
Biting Tongue
Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
In It But Not Of It
WonL
A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Scoplaw
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
IPTAblog
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta
Transmogriflaw

ON THE WAY

Divine Angst
Frequent Citations
Magic Cookie
Knocked Up (and in Law School)
Butterflyfish
Mommy on the Floor
PT-LawMom
Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
No. 634
think like a woman. act like a man.

I READ THESE TOO

the underwear drawer
Do Not Overmix
Little Lost Robot
PostSecret
Overheard in the Office
JD2B

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Jurist
Truth Laid Bear
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Screaming Bean
Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Okay, new news. Shortly after posting about possible phone calls, I received one...from "Unavailable." I nearly hurled in the library. However, given the heavy accent of the person on the line I had my doubts about whether it was a school call. My connection was fritzy to say the least and I lost the call. It was at this point that panic set in and I took off to see what I could find out. [Note: it is important to note at this point that the first time I graduated from undergrad, it turned out I didn't actually graduate due to credits. No one had bothered to tell me until after the matter. So I'm sort of sensitive about this graduation thing.] I nearly ran into one of the Deans and asked straight up if I was someone she was looking for. She asked me for my middle name. She repeated it, and nodded to herself. I peppered her with, "So does that mean I'm actually walking across the stage?" "Would you tell me if I weren't?" The answers were vague non-answers, but yet I felt oddly relieved. Fast forward 15 minutes. I recount the story to two of my friends, both of whom are as worried as I am. And doesn't the Dean wander through again. We nearly run her over with questions. And so comes the moment of truth. "If you hadn't heard from us by now, you're safe." Short pause. "Does this mean we're good?" "Yes." I swear I heard angels voices. Maybe it was the Hallelujah chorus running through my head. Maybe it was a moment of light-headedness. I wanted to hug her. I wanted to dance. I wanted to shout it from the rooftops. Instead, I told her that she had just made my month, if not my year. She smiled. I think I skipped into the parking lot. Today is a very good day.

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