"Those of us wh have not been through this sort of experience probably underestimate its impact. To be treated as a criminal is a basic insult to a person's self image and to his position in society. It cannot be easily shrugged off. Of courese, many victims of racial profiling are not surprised by this treatment. They know why they were stopped––which makes it worse. It;s bad enough to have the accidental misfortue of being mistaken for a bad guy; its worse to feel that you are assumed to be a criminal because of your race. Short of imprisonment, intimidation, or physical abuse, most of the pain of racial profiling is caused by treating law abiding people like criminals . . ."-Samual R. Gross and Debra Livingston
Time to turn my dating time into social justice blogging time.
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Sunday, February 1, 2015
Now that my two weeks of consecutive partying and no sleep have ended, and I have gone on more dates in two weeks than my entire life combined, I am ready to settle down and do my homework.
I blew through more money in the last two weeks than the last four months.
I realized that I couldn't date when people started asking me of I wanted to be in a relationship..
and that is the LAST thing on my mind right now. I just want to focus on myself. Because, honestly, I have been there, done that. I've had enough pain from heartbreak to last me for a very, very long time.
I blew through more money in the last two weeks than the last four months.
I realized that I couldn't date when people started asking me of I wanted to be in a relationship..
and that is the LAST thing on my mind right now. I just want to focus on myself. Because, honestly, I have been there, done that. I've had enough pain from heartbreak to last me for a very, very long time.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Take me there, Tuesday
Today was a whirlwind.
Wake up. Slightly hung over on Jenga, pinball, and cider.
Grab my statute book as I run out the door--make my way to Tulalip. Get to Tulalip--have a million messages from my surpervising attorney that she went to the hospital.
The supervising attorney had all of the files for the hearings at court. So, we went, as students dry into the meeting. BUT. I wrote my first motion, real motion, in a criminal case today. I moved from federal judicial opinions to criminal motions. I don't know if this is progress or digression, but I am proud.
Then I ran to Target to get hypo-allergenic sheets and a mini-vacuum. Then off to school to finish nonprofit law reading. Then, I lead the homeless youth law panel with Claire.
Then class. Then motion filing and legal research. Then coffee on the ave with Alex.
Then more scholarship letter updates. Then emails.
Now, I just wanna go home and read criminal procedure. But I wish this file was here so that I could finish this parenting plan modifciation motion...
Monday, January 26, 2015
Done and Done
"Cutting people from your life does not mean you hate them, it simply means you respect yourself."
Mondays Are not Fun Days
Kate Joy got a job in Santa Clara, which means that we will have our Femme House in the East Bay this summer. She is my mini-me, and it is going to be awesome.
Yesterday I was suppoed to go kayaking with Clare on Lake Washington and go to quaker church with Lindsay, but the flu is making its way through Seattle. So, I spent the day working and took a five hour nap. It was glorious.. Until I couldn't sleep that night. But, the upside to that is that I was able to meditate.
I have found that as I transition through life, the visual image I have when meditating changes.
Phase 1: I was always in a prairie field in a biege sundress on a swing at sunset. The swing was attched to the tree by a long cured rope.
Phase 2: I had long curly hair in a sundress, but sat on a boulder in the sun on the side of the river. The trees didn't stretch out to the water's edge, but the bruch was thick until that point.
Now: I am standing in the middle of a light waterfall, and I am laughing. It is in the jungle, and I feel joy.
That's my search right now: Joy.
And tonight, I will go to Add-a-ball and drink cider over Pac-man... after practicing for NALSA moot court that is.
Yesterday I was suppoed to go kayaking with Clare on Lake Washington and go to quaker church with Lindsay, but the flu is making its way through Seattle. So, I spent the day working and took a five hour nap. It was glorious.. Until I couldn't sleep that night. But, the upside to that is that I was able to meditate.
I have found that as I transition through life, the visual image I have when meditating changes.
Phase 1: I was always in a prairie field in a biege sundress on a swing at sunset. The swing was attched to the tree by a long cured rope.
Phase 2: I had long curly hair in a sundress, but sat on a boulder in the sun on the side of the river. The trees didn't stretch out to the water's edge, but the bruch was thick until that point.
Now: I am standing in the middle of a light waterfall, and I am laughing. It is in the jungle, and I feel joy.
That's my search right now: Joy.
And tonight, I will go to Add-a-ball and drink cider over Pac-man... after practicing for NALSA moot court that is.
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Goodbye
Because even if you won't say goodbye to me, I will write my goodbye to you. Rehearse it in my head:
Goodbye to your smile
Goodbye to your soft ear lobes,
your lips,
your electric skin,
your long arms,
your kindess,
your thoughtfulness,
your care.
Goodbye to your sensitivity,
Goodbye to your soul,
your kisses,
your cuddles,
your worry,
your hands,
your inquiring eyes.
Goodbye, Em. Goodbye, lover. Goodbye, friend.
Goodbye to your smile
Goodbye to your soft ear lobes,
your lips,
your electric skin,
your long arms,
your kindess,
your thoughtfulness,
your care.
Goodbye to your sensitivity,
Goodbye to your soul,
your kisses,
your cuddles,
your worry,
your hands,
your inquiring eyes.
Goodbye, Em. Goodbye, lover. Goodbye, friend.
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