1. We'll start with the happy. WE GRADUATED FROM LAW SCHOOL!!!! I am SO excited to be done - can you tell??
2. My biggest graduation concern was my hat, which is apparently called a "tam." I could NOT get my stupid tam on properly. I look like a complete disaster in the majority of the pictures (there is one Justin's dad took where it's actually crooked - omg). I graduated Magna Cum Laude from law school, but couldn't figure out how to wear my hat. Impressive.
The view from our roof. You can see the Washington Monument!! |
4. My youngest brother, Caleb (food truck partner in crime), probably thinks I am emotionally unstable after experiencing a move with me. Cal flew up from Florida to help us move and witnessed several of my breakdowns throughout the moving process (because change and I don't get along so well). I imagine it's difficult to see your sister hunkered down in the kitchen sobbing for no reason, but he handled it well.
5. Frankly, he has no room to judge me.
6. Unpacking is not going well. We are still surrounded by boxes and starting bar prep, so there is little time to unpack. Occasionally, I will go on sprees where I just fling open boxes and put things in random places. This makes Justin crazy. He found a colander in the bathroom the other day. Oops.
Perry camped out under the sink during the move |
8. After his bath, he promptly hid behind our washer and dryer. He subsequently got stuck. I hope this cat appreciates the lengths we go to for him.
Piper made a pillow fort when we slept on air mattresses |
10. When the dust settled, I went on my first D.C. adventure with my friend, Nicole. I went to my first ever spin class where I felt like I was going to DIE. They also ranked your performance, but I did not realize there were two screens, so at one point I thought I did so poorly that they just removed me completely (this was not a pleasant feeling for my super competitive self). Apparently, I had just moved to the second screen (I ultimately came in 7th in case you were wondering). Then we went to brunch completely sweaty and gross, which is 100% acceptable in D.C. I'm loving this city so far.
11. Seeing this on a regular basis doesn't hurt either.
And that's it! I survived! Now, we have 9 weeks of bar prep, so if I'm not around as often, it's because I'm crying into my bar exam prep materials.
Holy stress bombinals! Perry, and his special travel colon! Brave souls. Unpacking is a stinker fest and bar prep is not rated picnic. Way to go you guys! I love your random thought posts. Did you love hated spin class!? I always feel mad/grateful for the huge push by the instructor!
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