The Whole Facebook Deactivation Thing

I'd been thinking recently it might be time to let facebook go. My use of the site has been on a steady decline since I graduated college, and frankly I didn't want to deal with the potential problems of facebook/work overlap. (Do I have to add the loud mouth who is totally going to tell everyone everything? What about annoying opposing counsel? Is there any problem with me already being friends with a judge?)

The more I thought about it, the better deactivation seemed. One of my friends had already done it for bar prep, several others had discussed it. Today, another friend told me she'd deactivated, too, which led to a conversation about the awkward use (and lack thereof) of social media with regard to taking/ passing/failing the bar exam. (If you say nothing, will people assume you failed? If you deactivate post-bar results, will people assume you failed? What do you do if you do fail?)

And so, I decided to give deactivation a test run, and I deactivated tonight. For those of you who have never deactivated before, Facebook does two very creepy things when you deactivate:
1. Saying "Are you sure you want to deactivate? Your 325 friends will not be able to get in touch with you"
2. And then, showing you 5 seemingly random friends' profiles saying "So and So will miss you!" (And how these friends are selected, I have no idea. Mine were 2 close friends, 2 of my friends' girlfriends, and an old mentor)

Don't worry, twitter and blogger are not next on the chopping block. I don't think I could survive this bar prep summer without them.

Thinking Ahead.. Just Not Far Enough Ahead

I go to the bar prep class to watch the lectures, even though I could watch them in the comfort of my own home.

Sometimes I space out too much and miss a fill-in-the-blank answer. This is usually fine because usually there's someone close enough to me that caught it. This sort of "I missed it what is it" is fairly common for my class and typically becomes a game of telephone toward the end of the lecture, with one person catching the answer and four people passing it down.

But, sometimes the next person over is too far away for me to see their outline. Sometimes I don't even realize I've missed it until people are turning the page, and then it's too late.

The 10 Day Parking Sticker Transfer

As some of you probably know, I purchased a new car last month (for a quick general update, see this short post I meant to publish last week but forgot abut). Then I came back to school for bar prep classes. I need a parking sticker to park on campus, to attend bar prep class and to use the library. I picked the old one off my car and didn't save it. The following is the story of the all-too-long, all-too-ridiculous, full-of-incompetence, process.

Hello, Adulthood?

Earlier this month, in the span of 6 days, I graduated law school, secured post-bar full-time legal employment, and bought a new car.