Monthly Archives: June 2012

Birthday Blues

There has never been a year in my entire life that school has ruined my birthday.

That’s one of the perks of being born in the summer, right?

While your friends have to be content with a cupcake, class and a bunch of homework, you get to go swimming, or go out of town, or just have fun.

Well, thanks, law school, for ruining that.

Ducks is taking two summer school classes this year. One is completely online. The other includes a professor who calls on students for 45 minutes at a time. He lets them know ahead of time, so they can be prepared to answer a lot of questions.

Ducks has never been called on for this class before, so I knew he would be called on for Monday, which would end up destroying any chance of enjoying the birthday weekend. And, according to an email I received from his at 8:45 this morning, I was exactly correct. Monday is his first (and probably only) day to be called on. So no long walk in our neighborhood park, no going out to dinner or getting together with friends (not that we have any money for that, thanks to another story – my fault – which I will tell you at another time).

I’m being a big baby about this, because honestly, a birthday is just one day, and who really cares about turning 28 anyway? It just seems that with all the annoyances of law school, this is just one more thing to add.

Sigh.

Signs and strangeness and your opinions

Have you ever asked for a sign, then actually gotten a sign?

In the past, I’ve actually seen a real physical sign – and I’m not being crazy or superstitious here. In two of the worst and darkest moments of my life, I’ve seen a double rainbow. those are the only two times that I have ever seen a double rainbow (besides in this ridiculously weird video) and I know, without a shadow of a doubt, that those rainbows were a sign to me that God was watching over me in those very, very bad times.

Now, a couple of days ago, I asked God for a sign about something else that’s been worrying me/weighing on my mind. And, since then, from three separate people/incidences, I’ve been told or taught, “Making no decision is worse than making the wrong decision.”

All mysticism and such aside, what do you think of that statement. “No decision is worse than the wrong decision”? Not in a moral sense, just in a sense of ambivalence, trying to decide about careers, families, life plans, etc.

Do you think it’s true?