J was one of those poor saps forced to be with me for 15 credit hours a week for nine months. Our legal research and writing classes, in my opinion, were taught by the best professor at our law school, but we also had a great bunch of students, too. For a class that often taught some relatively boring material (e.g. when to use the passive voice vs. when to use the active voice), I thought we had quite a bit of fun, and J was partly responsible for that fun.
Fortunately, J was just as much fun today as I remembered her being, though, maybe eating lunch at a classy place like Subway naturally brings that out in a person. She also seemed legitimately interested in what was happening in my life. As much as I like learning about other people's lives, it's also nice when somebody takes the five seconds to ask simply, "How are you, Mikel?" and then actually listens to and cares about my response. So thanks, J. Thanks for having lunch with me, thanks for making that first year a little more tolerable, and thanks for taking the time to care. I appreciate it all.
C is a law school buddy. I'm trying to remember my first interaction with her, though, and I just can't do it. It's as if she was always there, or never there, or some weird mixture of the two. In any case, since I didn't get to know her very well during our time together in law school, I was glad to have her over to my home for dinner, both for the purpose of seeing what she's all about and to ask her about one very specific thing.
I've been struggling with something recently, something that is a bit out of my control, something that I believe involves the sort of people I mentioned earlier. Basically, I'm waiting on others to do their jobs so that I can move forward with something. It's frustrating, so I've spoken about it with a handful of Minnesota Facebook friends that I attended law school with. On quite a few occasions, I've been told, "You need to talk to C about this." So I finally did.
Our situations are not identical, but they are close enough. While it sounds like there are some things I can do to help my cause, it also seems as though I'm just going to be at the mercy of some other people, at least for awhile and to some extent. So that sucks. On the other hand, C came out alright. She fought the good fight and faced some uncertainty and frustration. But she did what she could do and is now in a good place, not necessarily because of her struggles, but at least in spite of them. So that was nice to hear. C was my bearer of good news for the day. She was my respite from the shenanigans and tomfoolery. And she was proof enough that incompetent boobs can only hold a person down for so long.