Germ Overload

Ugh. The past few days have been horrible. Somehow (I might blame a loooong night out on Saturday, but that might be just a tad unfair) I ended up really sick - I literally have about 5-15% of my voice at any given moment. I have a terrible cough. My throat hurts. My head hurts. I'm tired all the time.

Mom and grandma say: "Go to the doctor!"
I say: "I don't have TIME to go to the doctor!"

Like in college, of course it's okay to miss class every so often - I skipped class (and one in particular) a LOT in fall semester; now, though, since I have three uber-small (under 15 people) classes, I feel pretty bad about missing class - even for a totally legit reason. And, I already took a few days off for job interviews, etc. So I was hoping to get to the magicalness that is spring break without any more interruptions. Bah.

So, I've been dragging myself to class, meetings, and appointments the past couple days, despite being in an obvious state of malhealth. Part of the bad thing about being at a small school is that students have to (or get guilted to) take on responsibility in student groups really early: today I had a client meeting I couldn't reschedule for clinic (thank goodness my 3L partner could take the lead!), and I still had to tend to journal and extracurricular obligations. Not to mention my part-time job.

I had promised myself that I'd be careful & not get overcommitted like I did in undergrad, but it's just SO HARD to say no sometimes, especially to things that sound really fun! So this week, my non-class tasks got prioritized above reading for class (I figured if I have no voice, I can't really be asked to participate in discussion - right?!?). And I'm sleeping a lot. And hopefully I'll be fully recovered in time to enjoy my warm-weather getaway come next weekend.

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Breaking News!

1. Most people in law school (and professors at law school) are flamingly liberal. In class yesterday, somebody responded to, "How do we fix that?" with "Elect Barack Obama the next president of the United States," and nobody laughed or giggled or reacted at all. It was just taken as fact.

2. My "memo" is now "completed." It is probably not actually a memo, and most certainly is not completed. It is, however, only a draft of an ungraded assignment in a class in which we're all-but-guaranteed to pass.

3. I will now fall asleep at the ungodly hour of 11pm, which is 6 hours earlier than I went to bed last night.