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Can I just say that I wrote the 5-9 page paper that was due yesterday yesterday? I finished the 12-25 page paper the day before. Now I've only got my Thursday night final (tomorrow) to study for. Unforturnately, beyond cleaning my bathroom, doing a load of wash and reading The Half-Blood Prince, I'm not very motivated.

Yesterday was good. My section took me out for lunch at the Austin Grill. I had enchiladas, very tasty. They asked me what I liked best and least about working with them. I couldn't really think of anything bad about my job. Well, maybe sitting on the phone for a long time, on hold, trying to get information for a subpoena. That wasn't all that fun. And the two "field trips" I took to get police reports were frustrating at times. But I haven't had any terrible experiences. On the whole, I've loved it all. I thought, when I found out I had the internship at OAG, that this semester would do two things for me. Either I'd realize I hated law in practice, or I loved it. It's definitely done the latter for me. I sort of wish I could jump over the whole law school thing and go straight to work as an attorney. I don't think I'd do public interest law, though. It's very noble, but I have that terrible superiority complex (that's my mother's fault; she accepts full blame for it). I love the law. L-O-V-E it.

Last night, instead of class, my Tuesday night group met at our professor's house for dinner. She lives in Maryland, just over the state line. She has a beautiful home. For those in Ohio, think upper-end Avon Lake, Bay Village. For those in Chicago, think Evanston, Winnetka. It was very lovely. She set out a huge table of hors d'oeuvres and pop and white wine. The meal was ham, chicken with rice and apricots, vegetable lasagna (which was suprisingly tasty), cinnamon carrots and apples, and green bean casserole. It was really a nice affair. Then we had to talk for about an hour about our papers and what we thought of the books we read in class, etc. That part wasn't so fun. But it was nice to know that I'll never have to go to another political communication class ever again. Unless I lose my mind and decide to take one in law school.

Tonight, everyone is going out to a restaurant called Whitlow's; LCWS is paying. I remember looking at the semester schedule at the beginning, thinking how far away December 6 was. And now it's today. Besides my final tomorrow, my only real concern right now is how I'm going to get everything into my parents' car for the drive home.