Week Ninteen: Testing...
Tomorrow is D-Day. Or rather L-Day, for LSAT. Oddly enough, I'm not that worried for a couple reasons. First, I worked my ass off for four years and my g.p.a is respectable, so I don't have to worry about compensating for that. Second, I feel pretty prepared, I know what to expect, and I test fairly well. I am, on the other hand, looking forward to getting it out of the way. Moving on to the rest of the application process, which includes (gulp!) The Personal Statement.
This little document has been the source of my anxiety since I started thinking about law school. How do you balance the right amount of confidence with the right amount of "contributing to the diversity of the student body" and also not play the "overcoming adversity" card (too much!)? I also am trying my best to make it stand apart from the stack of personal statements these people have to read. I don't know how much weight they put on these things, but it's just so scary, putting yourself out there in the hands of complete strangers. Complete strangers who have the power to squash your dreams.
But anyway. I'm leaving both kids in the hands of their father for up to five hours. They'll be fine, I'm sure. Will will be mad, but he'll live. For the greater good, right?
Lately we've been talking more about moving back to the Seattle area. This morning we were laughing about filling out emergency contact forms over here. It's not that we don't like Pullman, for a while we were considering buying a house here, it's just too hard to be isolated over here now with Will being so small. And I can't say there aren't selfish reasons like, I don't know, wanting a night out once in a while, or being able to actually see friends. My friend Sara's baby, Evan, is only eight months older than Will, and that gap won't make much of a difference in the next few years.
I guess I just really want to get this application process over with so we can figure out where we'll be moving. I'm applying at two schools in Seattle, so the odds are pretty good we'll end up in that area. But at this point, we're thinking the sooner we can move, the better.
What? Will had his four month check-up and I haven't even talked about it yet? How could I? Well, there isn't a lot to report. He's healthy and perfect, just as we suspected. He weighs 17lbs and 10 oz, and is 27 inches long (97 and 95th percentile), so he's still a whopper (also just as we suspected). He had several shots, which he handled fairly well. He stopped crying when I picked him up, but it still seems so cruel.
The night after his appointment, Will had this strange crying episode. What's strange about babeis crying? Well, Will doesn't. He complains, he screeches, squeals, and sometimes cries after he's gotten pretty worked up. But this time, he just cried and cried for no reason (at least no obvious reason), and woke up after only sleeping an hour at a time, only to cry until one of us rocked him back to sleep. No fun at all.
He seems to have gotten over it, whatever it was. I'd feel pretty silly calling the doctor and saying my baby's crying. But when it's 12AM and you're mind's racing through the list of things that could be wrong, and your baby is inconsolable, it's difficult to view things rationally. I still don't know what was wrong. A bad reaction to the shots, teething, gas? Who knows? It's times like that when I'm reminded of how lucky that crying is actually unusual, and I'm also reminded of how lucky we are to have such sweet kids.
This little document has been the source of my anxiety since I started thinking about law school. How do you balance the right amount of confidence with the right amount of "contributing to the diversity of the student body" and also not play the "overcoming adversity" card (too much!)? I also am trying my best to make it stand apart from the stack of personal statements these people have to read. I don't know how much weight they put on these things, but it's just so scary, putting yourself out there in the hands of complete strangers. Complete strangers who have the power to squash your dreams.
But anyway. I'm leaving both kids in the hands of their father for up to five hours. They'll be fine, I'm sure. Will will be mad, but he'll live. For the greater good, right?
Lately we've been talking more about moving back to the Seattle area. This morning we were laughing about filling out emergency contact forms over here. It's not that we don't like Pullman, for a while we were considering buying a house here, it's just too hard to be isolated over here now with Will being so small. And I can't say there aren't selfish reasons like, I don't know, wanting a night out once in a while, or being able to actually see friends. My friend Sara's baby, Evan, is only eight months older than Will, and that gap won't make much of a difference in the next few years.
I guess I just really want to get this application process over with so we can figure out where we'll be moving. I'm applying at two schools in Seattle, so the odds are pretty good we'll end up in that area. But at this point, we're thinking the sooner we can move, the better.
What? Will had his four month check-up and I haven't even talked about it yet? How could I? Well, there isn't a lot to report. He's healthy and perfect, just as we suspected. He weighs 17lbs and 10 oz, and is 27 inches long (97 and 95th percentile), so he's still a whopper (also just as we suspected). He had several shots, which he handled fairly well. He stopped crying when I picked him up, but it still seems so cruel.
The night after his appointment, Will had this strange crying episode. What's strange about babeis crying? Well, Will doesn't. He complains, he screeches, squeals, and sometimes cries after he's gotten pretty worked up. But this time, he just cried and cried for no reason (at least no obvious reason), and woke up after only sleeping an hour at a time, only to cry until one of us rocked him back to sleep. No fun at all.
He seems to have gotten over it, whatever it was. I'd feel pretty silly calling the doctor and saying my baby's crying. But when it's 12AM and you're mind's racing through the list of things that could be wrong, and your baby is inconsolable, it's difficult to view things rationally. I still don't know what was wrong. A bad reaction to the shots, teething, gas? Who knows? It's times like that when I'm reminded of how lucky that crying is actually unusual, and I'm also reminded of how lucky we are to have such sweet kids.
posted by Kate @ 12:30 PM
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