- Apply to my dream schools: Georgetown Law and Berkeley Law

- Run 365 miles in 365 days

- Run a 5K

- Go back to Ashland, OR 

- Turn 21

- Leave the country for the first time

- Direct the Vagina Monologues

- Perform in at least one theatre production

- Attend my first Political Science conference 

- Perform my first acting piece in Forensics

I like lists… what can I say?

Well, I’m back at it! After 6 weeks of rehearsal for Fiddler on the Roof, we have finally opened the show last weekend! And in true workaholic fashion, I have one day off per week from both shows and work. 

Speaking of shows—- whoever gives sugar to a crowd of rowdy teens and children deserves to have to babysit those kids for the remainder of their sugar high. Good. Lord. I have not had a quiet moment in that show for weeks. 

Anyways, back to lounging about for me today. Perhaps I will update soon.

XOXO

Workaholic

So I bought a new white board a few weeks ago with this nice cork lining around it, paired with beautiful new, colorful dry-erase markers. The first thing I did of course was to list all of my important dates (color-coded to match my planner) so that I may erase them. With 3 finals and 2 papers erased, I am left with only one date- June 7th.

What is June 7th you may ask? Oh, only one of the most life defining days of my life. 

The LSAT.

I have 6 practice books (Kaplan and Princeton Review) and am kicking the logic game practice into high gear. 

Then classes. Working on the Steineger for Kansas campaign. And hopefully a new place of employment. Then a whole month of nothing.

What will I do with this break? Probably work on starting a forensics team at KU. Also, working with Jessica Brooks on the establishment of a coalition for homelessness issues in Lawrence.

All in all, a workaholic is always a workaholic.

XOXO

Workaholic

Ah, It’s a workaholics favorite time of the year—- the beginning of a new semester. New books. New professors. New challenges awaiting. While the new freshmen fret and panic, the workaholic is at home in this environment, eagerly waiting for that first steam whistle to blow, signifying a new beginning.

Then of course there are the classes themselves. And the professors. You always have that interesting blend of personalities. You have the professors who are just trying to be “The Cool One”, the ones that would much rather do anything besides teach a classroom full of undergraduates, the ones who care more about the class than you ever could, and of course (the favorite of the workaholic), the ones who scare you within an inch of your life on the first day, in the hopes that you might drop and open up a spot for a devoted waitlister.

After the first classes, the workaholic will trek to the bookstore. Not for books (those were ordered online months ago), but for school supplies. Clean, fresh, crisp school supplies. The intoxicating scent makes purchasing a must.

Finally, after all of the buzz and excitement, the workaholic slugs home. She takes off her crisply ironed skirt and blouse and crawls into bed, content with her work. And after all, she will do it again tomorrow