Legally Brunette

“Why is it called FISH?” 

This total non-sequitor has been brought to you by the girl in my accounting class I have not-so-affectionately nicknamed in my head “Annoying Girl”.

This is the girl who, on the first day, went off on a 5 minute tirade about Wal-Mart.  Who, last week, went off on a tirade that she was SO hungry, and wanted to *order pizza*.  Not in the “ha ha, this is funny” sort of way, but in the rather earnest trying to collect funds sort of way.

Whatever program she’s in, I’m glad it’s not the paralegal program.  Because if I had to deal with her on a regular basis, I’d either hurt myself (out of desperation) or her. 

Speaking of the people in my program… sometimes I really have to wonder about them.   We got our tests back in Accounting tonight – I actually did pretty well, which surprised me a little.  Math and accounting don’t really do anything for me, and I really don’t enjoy learning about them.  Which means that I spend most of my time in this class reading law student blogs and writing my own blog entries.  (Like right now!)  So the A was a pleasant surprise.

In any case – I was chatting about it with a fellow student who happens to be in the paralegal program.  I commented that I wasn’t  sure why I was even in this class, since I wasn’t anticipating actually finishing the paralegal program – but I hadn’t figured that out until I had already paid for the class.  Accounting is relatively useful, so I figured I’d give it a shot.  She commented that she had a year left in the program, but wasn’t planning on working in law once she was done. 

Why?  She really dosen’t enjoy it.

Then why the hell is she continuing with the program?

“Oh boy!  Hitting myself on the head with a cast iron skillet really hurts!  I think I’ll do this over and over and over and over!”

*headdesk*

She then goes on to say that because she’s in her mid-40’s, she’s too old to do something like go to law school, or medical school, or something “big” like that.  I call bull on that.  In 5 years she’s going to be 50.  She can be 50 with a JD, or she can be 50 and still working in a car dealership.  Neither is better or worse than the other – but if she’s not HAPPY working in the car dealership, she should take the steps necessary to make positive change in her life.

When OddFellow was in school, he said that probably 50% of the students were just out of college, and the other 50% were in the 30 and up crowd – with a good contingent of the 40’s and 50’s crowd.  DirtyOldMan (the attorney next door to us – he really is the quintessential Dirty Old Man) is 84 and still practicing law. 

Age is only an issue if you let it be an issue.

One more thing….

If I ever get married again, I shall wear crimson.

That is all.

*grin*

Well, I picked up a flute for the first time in about 10 years last night.

No, not for THAT. Perverts. (For the record, by the time I was in Band Camp, I was playing percussion - xylophone and then later the bass drum. Yes, the drum was bigger than I was. Yes, it made a very amusing picture.)

It took me a bit to re-discover how to make something even resembling a clear tone out of the bloody thing… but I’m starting to get it back. Himself had stored the giant pipe-cleaner thingy *inside* the flute - and I didn’t realize this until 10 minutes into the first practice session. Suddenly - music!

I stopped by a music store on the way home from work yesterday and picked up a beginner’s flute book - something to help me remember the fingerings and a reminder of how to read sheet music. I worked through the first bit of the book pretty quickly (I’m sure Himself was getting pretty damn tired of “Mary Had a Little Lamb”) and realized that I remembered a lot more than I thought I would. A lot of it is so well ingrained in my head that it was instinctive - I found myself playing the music without having to go through many of the lessons, which was nice. By the end of the night, I had made my way through most of the book. Not perfectly, but it gave me a good, solid foundation.

Now it’s back to the music store - I’m hoping to find a book of traditional Irish music that I can start experimenting with. I’m probally jumping into the deep end a little too fast… but I don’t think I can bear to play “Mary Had a Little Lamb”, “Dixie”, or “Jingle Bells” one more time.

If I keep with this for any length of time, I’ll have to buy a new flute - the one I’m using now is Himelf’s, from middle school… and it was treated about as poorly as you could imagine a 12 year old boy treating an instrument. The poor thing has seen better days.