Livin' It Up Law School Style

The First Year, They Scare You To Death;
The Second Year, They Work You To Death;
The Third Year, They Bore You To Death.

Glimpses into the oh-so-exciting life of a 3rd year student at LSU Law School


Things You Learn Too Late

My grandmother's birth name was Elizabeth. She changed it to Jane as a young adult, because she hated being named Elizabeth. I found that out Saturday.

On Saturday, I found out that my grandmother's name was Elizabeth, but she changed it to Jane when she was an adult, because she hated being named Elizabeth.

My weekend was certainly not one I intend to repeat ever again. Friday was nearly impossible. Saturday was an entire day of death - burial at 10:00 a.m., visitation at 4:30 p.m., memorial service at 5:00 p.m., and a reception until 10:00 p.m. But my grandmother's snail-ornament collection has a safe and happy new home on the top shelf of my bookcase in the living room. My cousin Eleanor got the elephants. Right now, it hurts too much to really look at the snails, but I know that as time goes on I'll be glad to have something that meant so much to my grandmother in my home.

Professor Baier was kind enough to meet with me to discuss what we did in class Friday. I was physically present, but my mind was quite far away.

This weekend is going to be spent fixing up my house. It's gotten to be quite a disaster since exams.


At 8:31 AM, Blogger Steve said...

You'll be glad you have that collection soon, dear. It will serve as a reminder of better times. When my grandmother died, the only thing I wanted (and, by George, I got it, too!) was her antique blue oil lamp. I still have it after all these years, and every time I look at it, I remember Gran and some of the crazy things we used to do. I love that woman -- always have, always will.

I'm glad your professor took the time to talk to you about the class you were physically present in. It's hard to find a good professor like that these days. Concentrate on your studies -- it won't make the hurt go away, but it will make it a bit more tolerable.

At 6:24 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...


I got a few of my grandparents' things (they died within 4 days of each other), and I couldn't look at them either for a short period.

But there was something comforting about smelling my grandma's housecoat. I hated when that smell faded.

Now, I have a sweet basil plant growing outside because it smells like their kitchen used to. And I know that they're still with me.


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