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Tuesday, January 02, 2007

This is quite long..

January:

January was Brighton. We saw the sea for the first time and I felt oddly liberated. The sea was colder than I thought sea could be, but the spray arcing over the promenade and sprinkling Mike's nose was oddly beautiful.

Memorable for: Spending 12 hours in the Shakespeare Institute

If you just read one blog it should be: Supermarket Sweep - nearly at the bottom. I can only link to them as of July, when I moved to blogger.

February:

February was birthday-month and Mike threw me a party. I pulled my hair out several hours before, partly because I was nervous, but mostly because I was too much of a workaholic to realise that if I left Jstor alone the world wouldn't end.

Memorable for: Mike got me a Valentine's day card that said "Happiness is love. Nothing else." I feel this is truth.

If you just read one blog it should be: I have lost the archive. Ahem.


March:

March marked a turning point. The leaves began to appear on the trees and I no longer my thick coat that ensured I was sweating by the time I reached the arts department. It meant slightly longer nights and less painful feet. It included a fantastic Shakespeare mark and a glimmer of hope that maybe I was in the right place, and it was okay to feel literature and I were made for each other. And we were, really.

Memorable for: Being told by the dancing-surgeon that I could go back to ballet and doing so not 3 days later.

If you just read one blog it should be: Don't read beauty magazines they will only make you feel ugly, the last blog. Not my march summed up on a nutshell, but one of my viewpoints.


April:

April was when I wrote two dissertations, deleted one, and handed it in bang on the word count. April was when I was constantly scared, and reading, reading, constantly. April was also the month where every Wednesday I would put on my worn tights and dance and shiver at the trani station unable to hide my smiles.

Memorable for: Finally revealing what happened when I thought the line numbers were part of The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot

If you just read one blog it should be: In addition to the quoting, my Dad also looks like Woody Allen. It generated about 35 emails and an almost-blind date (Hi, Emma's Mum!)

May:

May was when it all ended. The waves broke again, and I read trashy novels, and walked slower, admired scenery, chatted to mike, savoured coffee and breakfasts and falling asleep. May was a perfect, humid month that I was never forget.

Memorable for: Writing my timed essays out 4 times. They took three hours. 3 X 4 = 12.

If you just read one blog it should be: I have lost May. Argh.

June:

June was where I had my first taste of criminal law. Probably moving from centre-right to entirely left-wing, although my father says I've always been a raving liberal. I learnt not to blame people for their situations, and their reactions to them. I had my most moving moments sitting outside court rooms with lost souls waiting to decide the rest of their lives. I can't say any more.

Memorable for: Sending out 22 training contract applications in 22 days.

If you just read one blog it should be: Lost lost lost

July:

In July my sister became a grown-up. She got herself a husband and planned her entire wedding and she's really gone on from there. She now does roasts, and cat-feeding and mothering, and I feel safe there in their guest bed. She throws one hell of a new year's, too.

Memorable for: Sitting in the wrong seat at the wedding.

If you just read one blog it should be: Don't Judge Me


August:

In August I got a training contract, which to you non-law types means I don't have to borrow £25,000.00 and I have a job as a real-live lawyer. It also marked the end of blogging, which I really can't put in any better words than I did then.


Memorable for: My dad getting his arm stuck in the ceiling, and finding a white hair on my head

If you just read one blog it should be: You always say your name


September:

September was the start of law. It was what I had been applying for since Easter of my second year. It was what I'd pondered and read about and googled. And it all came true, and it was as wonderful as I thought. There was no disappointment; it was exactly how I'd hoped. It was practical and applicable, and interesting and quirky.

Memorable for: Rome. It was the first time I'd really traveled and it was beautiful.

If you just read one blog it should be: The one where Mike added up the shopping


October:

I always love October. I am not yet bored of my course. The weather is beautifully blue and crisp and Mike and I always have an amazing time in Preston. It marked our three year anniversary, and I suppose a non-committment phobe would say things got serious.


Memorable for: Smouldering tutor

If you just read one blog it should be: Wherein I frustrate Mike. Again


November:

November was where I wrote every day for a month. I learnt how to force blogs, and how to turn arguments into humour, and how to extrapolate one sentence Mike said into an entire blog. I got a hell of a lot more hits than usual, and I think a better quality of writing.

Memorable for: Conducting a poll for cat's names to have them all rejected.

If you just read one blog it should be: Either illness round up, fabuloudly gay tutor, or the train incident


December:

The December I just did is hard to reminisce about. It was happy. There were lots of law socials, and real friendships and housing plans. I got a 68 on my land essay which stunned and delighted me. I didn't do half as much work as over Christmas, and I was twice as happy. Mike found out he was moving away, and after the initial shock I decided it would be beautifully romantic. I spent New Year at my sister's playing cards and drinking until 6 in the morning. I met a lawyer and discussed freehold covenants with him, both of us smiling as we meet a fellow One Of Us. I met up with a former Birmingham English student, where we spoke about how FitzGerald's green light in Gatsby is one of the best metaphors ever written, and I smile at my new acquaintances as all the good things in my life converged, and once again these moments were tinged with that love for writing and literature that will never quite heal.


Memorable for: Being a set text at a bloggingy thing.

If you just read one blog it should be: This one, because I thought it was rather good.

And finally, new year's resolutions. I did them all ast year, except one, which was to not bite my nails. But getting a training contract and getting a 2:1 but pretty good dammit. This year:

* Stop biting nails.
* Post every day for a year. That's right. Except you know, yesterday.

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by billygean.co.uk at 12:41 AM |