Ah, winter, we hardly knew ye... NOT

Finally! 80 degrees and breezy, the way life should be.

This is my final week of class in law school (I go into finals mode next weekend), and I'll be busy finishing up my clinical projects. For one, I've been trying to get a screening and referral system set up for people who've been discriminated against in their jobs in this area -- for that, I've talked to lots of lawyers and the state agency that handles these kinds of complaints, and it seems like it's actually going to happen. And for the other, I've been trying to expand my existing clinical to include students helping people without attorneys who go into mediations at the E EOC.

It's been good, doing these projects instead of the usual case work. I've been a little of a researcher, a little bit of a lobbyist, and it's been fun. I like feeling that I may have helped the antidiscrimination cause a little (which my supervisor, The Turtle, assures me I have), and I actually liked talking to all these folks, gathering information, letting them know what's going on, getting support for the project.

It'll be a nice way to end my law school career, laying the foundations for these projects to take off in the fall.

I feel very little about the end of law school, only that I wish it were over already, as I'm tired of going to class and listening and taking notes on things I don't really care about. I went to Student Org #1's end-of-the-semester "graduation" tonight, and it was little sad, thinking of everyone going on next year when I'm not here.

Ooh, but you know what? I went to this talk today about international employment law, and it sounds just up my alley! I didn't even know such a practice existed! I think a talk with career services might be in order...

Sorry I'm being so jumpy tonight -- had a beer with the French King at 5:30, whom I bumped into serendipitously after class today, and then wine with Joiner and Resident Evil while watching Heroes and Dr. 90210. It's a jumpy sort of time, what with the weather changing so drastically, and things ending and plans for the next six months afloat but not secured.

In Sweet, Smart Scientist news: he called and asked if I wanted to go for a walk yesterday; we went to dinner instead. He put an arm around me as we walked back and, at his street, kissed me on the cheek. It's kind of like we're 10 years old. I'm not sure how much more I can take of this.

Keeping fingers crossed that my advisor gives me an extension on my third year paper...