the daily snivel
Rob F, Student-at-Law
Now that I've handed in my final paper, I have formally finished law school for once and for all. This is quite exciting (especially for my poor, tired old bank account and anemic credit), though instead of being entitled to any rest, I have instead quickly shifted gears and begun the Bar Admissions Course for the Law Society of Upper Canada as a Student-at-Law (think of it as a junior woodchuck lawyer cadet -- I have a card that says so and everything). This means that I'll be spending the next four months taking two or three-week crash courses in fascinating subjects like real estate, wills, professional responsibility, tax, and so on, and writing an exam for each (my first one is on Monday). It's the academic component of being admitted to the Law Society, and each exam is part of the licencing process, so passing has that satisfying "I'm on my way to growing up and becoming a lawyer!" feeling.
Meanwhile, I'm also working part time at the legal clinic, dividing my time between overhauling our website and working on policies, cases and whatever else comes my way. I do have my own office (with key!), which is kind of a nifty experience, but the main draw for me is just that I get to stay on at my beloved clinic for a few more months. I would be suffering severe separation anxiety and probably a massive identity crisis without it. Best of all, of course, is the fact that I get paid to work here again, which will go a long way towards buying me some of that precious, precious food. And equally precious shelter and cable.
On a sadder note, a priceless piece of memorabilia has been taken from me forever. We have lockers here in the basement at the clinic (a real dungeon-y affair, with an ancient stone foundation that makes it look like a haunted castle), and I moved into one like some hermit crab last week because it was a handy place to keep my sneakers and gym clothes. Unbeknownst to me, the maintenance staff decided that, because the term was ending, the lockers needed to be cleared out, so they left notices on the lockers indicating that they were to be cleared out or the locks would be cut. I didn't notice these until last night, at which point I promptly sent an e-mail to our office administrator seeking a stay of execution. He received it too late, however. At 8:00 am today, they came for the locks, cut mine off and unceremoniously dumped the contents into a box.
Oh, I got my stuff back. What I didn't get back was the only thing that mattered -- the lock itself. I had that lock since high school (and it only had one day left to retirement!). It was the lock from my high school locker, of priceless sentimental value, and now it's gone forever after so many years.
Ah, possessions are fleeting.
Comments:Meanwhile, I'm also working part time at the legal clinic, dividing my time between overhauling our website and working on policies, cases and whatever else comes my way. I do have my own office (with key!), which is kind of a nifty experience, but the main draw for me is just that I get to stay on at my beloved clinic for a few more months. I would be suffering severe separation anxiety and probably a massive identity crisis without it. Best of all, of course, is the fact that I get paid to work here again, which will go a long way towards buying me some of that precious, precious food. And equally precious shelter and cable.
On a sadder note, a priceless piece of memorabilia has been taken from me forever. We have lockers here in the basement at the clinic (a real dungeon-y affair, with an ancient stone foundation that makes it look like a haunted castle), and I moved into one like some hermit crab last week because it was a handy place to keep my sneakers and gym clothes. Unbeknownst to me, the maintenance staff decided that, because the term was ending, the lockers needed to be cleared out, so they left notices on the lockers indicating that they were to be cleared out or the locks would be cut. I didn't notice these until last night, at which point I promptly sent an e-mail to our office administrator seeking a stay of execution. He received it too late, however. At 8:00 am today, they came for the locks, cut mine off and unceremoniously dumped the contents into a box.
Oh, I got my stuff back. What I didn't get back was the only thing that mattered -- the lock itself. I had that lock since high school (and it only had one day left to retirement!). It was the lock from my high school locker, of priceless sentimental value, and now it's gone forever after so many years.
Ah, possessions are fleeting.
