Short Sweet Break

This week was the first week of my holidays and TOMORROW I START CLASS AGAIN. A consequence of which I brought upon myself. I am taking the winter subject Evidence and Proof which will hopefully free up some time next semester for a little less law and a little more everything else.

Melbourne is a pretty lousy place to be spending my week off, what with the rain and the drizzle and the cold, cold weather. I spent the week catching up on Revenge (oh my that season final was intense). I cooked cookies (from a box, which always seemed so....but were actually delicious). And I beached.

Wye River is so calming in winter. My sister and parents all came down and we walked the hills and watched movies and drank tea. It was all so very rejuvenating, although a not-so-little part of me is happy to be back in Melbourne with never ending internet. Here are a strange collection of pictures from my lovely nothing week.

They're a bit cute aren't they?

Monday night mind

Yes this is mum and me and Kate again, just can't get enough of that late 80's bob!

On the drive back from Ballarat my sister Kate and I were talking about people we went to school with and what they were doing with their lives. As you do.

Kate went to an all girls catholic school and a huge proportion of the girls in her year level (who are now 25) are married with babies. Most stayed in Ballarat and did teaching or nursing. Many have had the same boyfriend-now husband since primary school.

I went to an anglican co-ed school on the other side of the lake and we were commonly perceived to be the snobs of Ballarat (completely unwarranted). I am two years younger than Kate but I can only think of one or two kids in my year level who have been married. As far as I know there is only one baby among us all. Sure we're a few years behind but I think this marks a strange trend to the other side of the lake. Many of my school friends are living in Melbourne and are on to their second degree. Some are in long term relationships, some not.

Kate would say she is the odd one out in her year level; working in Melbourne and living by herself, but in my year level she would be the norm.

I need you to understand that I am not saying either trend married/mating or learning/dating is better than the other. In some ways I feel a lot younger than I am, as a student in my fifth year of uni and my second degree. In some ways it may have been better to be on the other side of the lake with a baby and a mortgage, at least that would have been something tangible to show for 6 years. Something to contribute (probably tall reddish haired children),

Am 23 (actually I'm not for another three weeks) but there is only so much share house living, uni going, study allowance getting before another 6 years have gone by. In 6 years I have met Lachie, studied, slept, drank, travelled, studied and have been to yoga. I ask you- what else is there?!?

Am getting (am at) the point of finding uni unfulfilling. It's not useless but I don't feel useful being a law student. I feel a bit like I'm stuck at in high school ROTE learning for exams over and over and over. I know that this too will pass but finding something meaningful in the day to day is harder closer to exams and in this shitty weather. Stuck in a funk.

No one is supposed to study for this long. But then, I guess being in the workforce is pretty much forever and having a bambino is certainly forever. First world problems yes, but problems that feel real to me.

Sharon Louise

Happy Mother's day Sharon Louise,

we look pretty good together you and I

Things about Shazbang and I:

1. We share the same middle name
2. We have the same size feet
3. We have both struggled with having "strawberry blonde" locks
4. We both fell in love with young doctors who run in their spare time (ran applies to Mr Moss)
5. We know all the words to Les Mis
6. We both love the cheapness of The Kindle while maintaining we are booky people who "still support the industry"
7. We both call new clothes "this old thing i've had for years"
8. We despise loud chewers
9. We think sarcasm is a valid form of wit
10. Between us we have one million freckles.

I think I get more like Mum every day and this is both concerning and amazing. The inevitability of this happening no longer scares me as Sharon Louise is a pretty good person to morph into.

Happy 92nd Birthday Grandpa!

Grandpa Jack, lamington cake, mum-made coffees, dogz, ledge-ripened tomatoes

Blogging v Future Career

Needed this muchly when I woke up this morning.

Had planned last week to trek down to a Geelong football match with Sister and Boy. This is kind of a big deal for me as I don't tend to be very patient with team sports of any kind. I feel like they drag on a bit. A lot. Anyhow, we drove to Geelong for the game as it started off in the most beautiful way.

About fifteen minutes in I was doing admin law readings and it was overcast and showery.

Apparently this was rude of me to not appreciate the talent on the field. 

So I went in search of hot chips. 

Actually, it was a pretty nice way to spend Sunday afternoon.

As far as these things go.

Probably won't ever be as dedicated as this little guy though.

NOW 

Just a quick word about blogging. 

I am currently a bit unsure about the whole thing. On the plus side it is a good way to make me appreciate the nice things about my days. I now look for small beautiful snippets to blog home about. Turns out- they're everywhere. Who knew! 

On the down side I'm not certain that "as a law student" it is very appropriate to be a Blogger. We are supposed to be impartial creatures acting without prejudice or opinion. We are advised to have our social networking sites locked. We are cautioned about having any information available about us that may be taken negatively by a potential employer. So now I'm deciding whether posting small bits and bobs about my otherwise insignificant days is of any consequences to future employers. I'm not sure it is. But I could be wrong and this could be the beginning of the end of my future career. And I had such high hopes!

But for now, I think I will keep the blog. I will however, respect the wishes of those who, for their own reasons Do Not Wish to Be Named or photographed on this small site. Friends and significant others will rename unnamed, as no one else asked to be flaunted on the WWW by me.

When I eventually reach the inevitable stage of applying for clerkships (intern-ish placements in law) I may just wipe this from space. Probably a copy of it will exist somewhere in the internet abyss but not to be found with ease. Like all of the photos from my high school computer. 

For the meantime Clinging On to Calm can now be found via google. Genius. As always, feel free to comment on anything at all.