These are the days or our lives...

My classmates and I were informed on the first day of our first year that our professional reputation as future lawyers was already being determined.  Our professors informed us that this reputation would be the basis for our legal careers and as a result it is important to conduct yourself in a professional manner.  This statement has rung true as I often dread the thought of some of my classmates actually being responsible for the interests of real clients.  There are however some students that rise to the top and distinguish themselves from the masses.  This select few is often bestowed with a respectable title such as, "The Legal Mind of Our Generation", which refers to the studious individual that appears to have all the answers.  Another example is the title, "Silver Tongued Devil", which is often used to describe the student who speaks so eloquently that he or she is seemingly capable of arguing his or her way out of a tornado.  As a matter of fact, I myself was recently given one of these distinguishable titles... "Skunk Boy"... not quite what I had in mind, (no matter what anyone says there is no positive connotation to be drawn from this label) but it is something that stands out.  As you may have gathered from this little detour, we are still struggling with the unpleasant aroma that has invaded our home and clinched a firm grasp on virtually every item of my wardrobe.  Katelyn has taken great measure to rid us of the smell and yet it still lingers.  I want to point out that this is the last time I will mention the "skunk invasion" as I refuse to let it further intervene in every aspect of my life.  

On a completely different and slightly more serious note, we have recently come to the realization that God truly has a sense of humor.  You see, there have been a couple of instances within the past few months where both Katelyn and I were sure that we wanted something and we prayed that it would work out.  For Katelyn, it was an issue with her new job.  As many of you know she is an extremely hard worker, and this was in fact noticed by her boss.  Shortly after starting her job she was asked how she would feel about being promoted to another position.  She was thrilled at this prospect until it appeared that it would not work out.  We continued to pray that it would because it seemed like a great fit.  For myself, it was the goal of making the Mock Trial team at school.  I was so convinced that this would be the ideal setting for me that I gave up other pursuits in an effort to focus on making the team.  The interesting, and I guess ironic part is that although Katelyn was given her promotion and I did make the Mock Trial team we have been faced with the reality that the grass always appears greener on the other side.  Katelyn was immediately confronted with the stress and elevated responsibility that has since made her work days longer and her weekends shorter.  I have been slapped in the face with the fact that the only thing more draining than preparing for a trial a month and a half in advance is preparing for a MOCK trial a month and a half in advance.  It is as if God gave us a chance and said do you want this... are you sure you want this... then here you go, take it all and have fun.  

The recent schedule changes and absurd time commitments that we have had to endure have really hindered our evening schedule that we have come to rely on and enjoy.  Prior to the extended work days and mock trial nights our lives were intricately planned around our favorite TV shows.  With our DVR at capacity I fear that we will never get caught up.  We have discovered that the older you get, the more often you find yourself saying, "O well, you do what you have to do".  Until next time take care and remember... if you can make it to lunch on Wednesday, its all down hill from there.