I thought I would answer the comments from my "Me" entry here:

Nobody asked why I never went to Vet school. You're right by the way, I was volunteering at animal shelters and the like with the hopes of someday going back to school and becoming a vet. It's been my dream ever since I was a kid. Unfortunately my pursuit of my other dream, film, killed all hopes of becoming a vet.

I made it into the Filmic Writing program at USC and decided that would be my college major. That program isn't like most programs at USC and there are A LOT of G.E. classes you don't have to take. I had no science classes and no math classes under my belt. I looked up what was needed to go to vet school and I just didn't have it.

So I went back to USC and spoke with a counsleor from the biology department. We went over what would have to be done for me to have the chance of even applying to vet school. I would have had to have gone three more years at an undergrad school. I then would have had to get a masters in some biology related field (another two years) and then could apply to vet school. It's hard to get into and there would be no guarantee that I could. And that would have been another four years. All in all another nine years of school. If I would have started that at the time I started law school I wouldn't be out of school until I was 34. Now, that's not something I really minded because I love being in school. If I could I would be a professional student. I love to learn new things. However, I had no job and no source of income other than my parents. And they were not about to pay for nine more years of school. And there's also no way I could take out student loans if they didn't pay. Since they're my source of income their salary would be looked at and it's too high to get any financial aid.

I knew I had to do something after not getting a job for four years after I graduated college. And so, for the hell of it, I took the LSAT. My Dad's an attorney and I really wouldn't mind being able to pull in what he makes. I did well on the LSAT and got accepted to law school. And here I am again. Back in the cycle. About to have another degree and having no luck finding a job. And all the while wishing I had chosen different paths so that I could be a vet and out there helping animals.

Lisa asked about the whole "He-Weeble" thing on Rob's journal. To make a long story short, he kept calling me "pushy". So I started pushing him. He then decided that he wouldn't fall when I pushed him and so I called him a weeble. Now, whenever I'm pushy he wobbles around the room going "wheeeeeeeeeeee".

In other words, we're both completely out of our minds. Aren't you glad you dared to ask?

In other news ... I'm not looking forward to this weekend. It's going to be hectic. I have to prepare to be a witness for a friend on Monday, I have to start writing a good chunk of my Race and the Law paper, and I have to start working on my own trial. I at least have to write out the opening statement and prep Rob to be our plaintiff/witness. I also have to spend about 9 hours tomorrow at the hair salon. I needed an appointment because my roots are showing big time and once it gets closer to finals time I won't have the time do drive all the way out to Montclair. Plus, I'm changing colors. My hair is currently a dark reddish brown. I'm probably going to be a strawberry blonde after tomorrow. I'll let you all know what I end up choosing.

Hey, if any of you want to see me in my first trial drop me a line. I'll give you the date and time information. I'd love to have some friends in the audience!

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