Monday, January 22, 2007

Trial Practice Workshops

One of my classes this semester is a Trial Practice Lecture + Workshop. I really lucked out on this one - I managed to snag the Workshops being held at the courthouse (as opposed to the school), as well as the professor who's coached the last five Mock Trial teams to championships. He's a prosecutor, but whatever. And then I managed to be assigned the criminal case, vs the civil! Yay!!! Seriously, the poison of civil paralegal work is part of what sent me flying to law school, determined never to draft another Operating Agreement again, ever. So yay!!!

I do have a major problem though, and I would like to ask for some advice!! How does one learn to successfully project one's voice? I mean, I know where my diaphragm is, and how to breathe deeply using it, but I don't know how to speak using it, or if there's anything else? Does anyone have any tips? I sound so quiet and I really absolutely have to overcome this!

Monday, January 15, 2007

Ahhhh

I was pretty sure I'd failed two classes - but I actually B'd it across the board! Yay!!! Even tho I don't get any deep soul-affirming jump from this, it does make me happy that I managed to scoot by somehow! Yay!!

Until school started back up at the last of last week, I'd been practicing my rollerblading at a middle school across the street from me. The abandoned outside hallways were great for learning how to stop, spin, etc., neither of which I've come even close to mastering but oh well. I have a lot of respect for people who can rollerblade. It definitely requires discipline.

As I rolled from metal post to post, I got a little education in young kids' minds. So I took photos:






Everyone has drawn a variation of these faces at some point in their adolescence. It's like a really bland rite of passage or something.





mmhmm. I'd bett my latest NSync CD that Kyle wrote this himselff.










Just some random ass.




You know, I've never had this thought about a band or singer. What inspired it? Did he use some poor lyrics? Was some girl listening to Hey Little Momma and he was all, "Another Jazzie Fizzle, Bow Wizzle Calaborizzle my nizzle," and so she was like, "Nuh-uh, that's it. No more Bow Wow! No more! And you know what else?" and grabs a pencil.

The world may never know. And, anyway:












I found myself hoping it was a teacher rather than the horse, and then my brain just kind of exploded.





um. I'm already going to hell so I'll admit I had a little laugh at this







no?





hell yeah cause I'm buyin





this deserves to go on a tshirt


and last but not least . . .



I so know what you mean.