It’s official. Today, I missed my first class of law school.
Alright, I skipped.
But not even to do anything fun. I skipped so I could sleep. *cues sad trombone*
It all started with a legal research and writing assignment, as so many sleep deprived stories of law school do….
My teacher gave us a worksheet to guide our research. Deceived by the fact that it was a worksheet and that I could do much of it online, I foolishly waited until last night to start the project (not on purpose, it just kind of worked out that way). I begin looking on Westlaw and Lexis and then I see it:
“In the print source, look up….”
I have to go to the library? *looks at clock* It’s 8 p.m. The reference desk is closed but the library is open for a few more hours. So I throw on a sweatshirt and scurry over to Williams Library. There are only a couple of questions that ask for print sources, so I assume I’ll just be there for a little and then I’ll head home and finish the rest of the assignment.
I even left a package of ground turkey on the counter to thaw, that’s how short of a time I believed I’d be gone.
Fast forward to 11:30 p.m.
Not only does she want the citations, she wants us to summarize the substance of said print sources. WTF kind of worksheet is this, I think to myself. If I had been told to just do the research, I would have done it. This worksheet threw me all off. And on top of that, she specified she wanted us to use the 4th Edition of American Legal Review and word — what we were looking for wasn’t in it. It was in the 3rd and 5th editions, not in the 4th. (I later looked at an e-mail she’d sent and she had amended the assignment to allow us to use any edition. But I didn’t know that at the time.)
I finally dragged myself back to my car around 11:45 p.m. I was tired and hungry — I hadn’t had anything to eat since I’d had some chili from the cafeteria around 12:30 earlier that afternoon. And I still had to double-check my citations and finish the internet research.
About an hour in, I’m reminded why I was always thankful to be a journalism major, where you just say where you got something from instead of using some asinine system of commas, underlines and periods to tell readers where you got something.
I. Suck. At. Citations.
And I was getting frustrated because I remembered in like, MLA format, there was a way to cite things that could be found in books, but that you pulled off of a database. I couldn’t find that equivalent in the bluebook. And I really feel like I was doing it wrong. But the later it got, the less I cared.
I weighed my options.
a) I could stress about it;
b) I could exhaust my options looking for the answer on the Internet (which I’d already scoured);
c) I could go to bed.
So I cited them like I got them out of a book, N.W.2d like a mug, and posted it to the online dropbox so it would be there in time for the 9 a.m. deadline.
It was 2:08 a.m. when I finally got in the bed and sent this gchat to a friend:
I set my clock for the time to get up for Torts, just in case I could will myself out of bed. When my clock went off at 7:45 a.m., I promptly turned it off and reset it for 2 hours later.
Thank God my Torts professor tapes his classes.