Sunday, February 3, 2013

Into the Land of Black and Gold

This weekend I had the incredible opportunity to travel to Iowa City, Iowa. I don't mean to indicate that simply being in Iowa City was incredible, because that would be very far from the truth. This does a fantastic job at illustrating my time there: 

The city and its people were cold, bitter, and inhospitable. 

A slight caveat: I know that good things come from Iowa. I just didn't encounter any of those things this weekend. 

Anyway. On Thursday I drove to Des Moines, where I picked my mom up from the airport. Together we drove to Iowa City.


Here's the hotel restaurant where we ate our first night when we finally found it. (Wouldn't you think an in-house restaurant would be easy to find? Yeah. You would think...)



The next day, my mom and I spent some time shopping downtown before visiting with Matt.



Mom and I got to Carver Hawkeye Arena a little before 6pm. Eventually we found the entrance for people getting tickets from wrestlers and made our way inside. 



The arena was very impressive.



As was the sight of more than 15,000 wrestling fans filling it.



I've never really been a fan of cheerleaders at wrestling meets (although I loved cheering at them), but these squads provided some entertainment during the frequent commercial breaks taken for the Big Ten Network broadcast.


 
Penn State lost the meet, which was sad, but I was so happy to be there to experience the weekend with my mom and to see Matt wrestle in person, something that doesn't happen nearly often enough.

Thursday, January 31, 2013

January

This month has been crazy, this month has been fun,
Never dull or boring, and it's almost all done.
I started the New Year with a traditional meal.
(Pork, sauerkraut and hot dogs can make you feel
A little bit woozy, but so can the flu.
Oh yeah, I should mention, I suffered through that, too.)
My birthday came next with 3 separate parties
Friends, family, and cake? Why, of course. Yes, please! 
Then stranded in Utah, trapped in by the snow,
The weather not caring I had places to go. 

When I finally returned to the lonely Midwest 
A new semester had started, and it's been quite the test. 
Frequent twelve hour days, weather windy and cool,
But I love what I'm doing, gaining knowledge and tools. 

That's life, in a nutshell: work, school...and my dog
 And I promise next month I'll write more on my blog!


Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Seven years later

 Seven and a half years ago I met six incredible friends as an RA in the dorms at BYU. +Nicole Murray +Sophie Hill +Mallory Eagar +Beth I +Rosalee Dougal and +Lori Truman contributed to some of my fondest memories of college. We did silly things like rig up pulley systems between the seven floors of our building to send notes about 24 (the TV show) or stuff a large bean bag chair into an elevator and ride the floors saying hi to our residents.














 I was fortunate enough to meet up with these long-lost friends on Sunday in a reunion of sorts. Lori was unable to attend with a sick little girl, and we had to Skype Beth. But it was incredible to see everyone again and see how, despite added spouses and children, some things hadn't changed.













I love that as you move through life there are friendships that remain natural and comfortable. I was amazed at how easily we fell back into conversations, joking and laughing to the point that my cheeks ached. I hear myself sounding old as I realize that there are few things in life I cherish more than true friendship.


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Cow Court

"Moo point?" 
"Yeah, it's like a cow's opinion. It doesn't matter...It's moo."

How can you hear the word, "moot" and not think of this classic Friends quote? You can't. So, clearly, when I went to write a post about my Moot Court experience, this is where my mind wandered.

Each year at Creighton, all second year students are enrolled in Legal Research and Writing III. Our final grade for the class is from an appellate brief we write based on a mock problem and court record. Then, everyone has to compete in a moot court competition where you present oral arguments on the issues addressed in your brief. Jen and I were partners for the competition.

It was such a whirlwind of an experience! We took the competition round-by-round, and were so grateful and overwhelmed each time we advanced.

Exciting news came on Saturday, October 27, when Jen and I found out we were advancing to the final round against our good friends, Toby and Nate. Toby is a third member of our study group and Nate serves as the Elders Quorum President in our ward, so we work closely. It was a relief knowing that we could enter the final round and come out genuinely happy about any outcome. 


Of course, the happiest outcome would have been to walk away with a "W." The round is still a bit of a blur, as we were arguing in front of an audience full of our peers and, more intimidatingly, in front of actual federal judges. 


The questions were hard, my words felt stumbly, and I have never felt the sense of accomplishment that overcame me when Judge Laurie Smith Camp announced Jen and me the winners. A second wave of shock followed when I was awarded outstanding oralist. 


It was a long and hard 8 days, but I felt carried through it by so much love and support. And maybe I'll regret saying this in two months, but the lower grades I'll receive this semester from such split focus will probably even be worth it :)


Well wishes from friends and family throughout the week made me feel loved and like my family was able to experience our success with me.



 The cash prize was also exciting.


Zipsie was thoroughly neglected the entire week, so my first purchase with my winnings was a new fancy pheasant toy for her. She destroyed it in approximately 3 minutes, but I'm sure she felt so loved and special while doing so :)


We also invested in matching wallets that are utterly beautiful. 


Aside from a lot of prayers and a little preparation, my main secret to success in law school lies in this ring. It belonged to my maternal grandmother, and my mom has had it for as long as I can remember. Shortly before I moved to Omaha, I was speaking in church with my mom and dad. As we sat on the stand during the opening hymn and announcements, I was distracted so I took the ring off my mom's finger and tried it on. She leaned over and said, "You can keep it." I protested at first, knowing the immense sentimental value of a ring that belonged to her mother. Then she said, "That way I'll always be with you in Nebraska." I cried, of course. I'm welling up again even as I write it. It meant the world to me. That ring has accompanied me to every final, every round of last year's negotiation competition, every round of moot court, every round of our current client counseling competition, and any day that just feels especially lonely. Competing in the final round without my family there to see was hard, but I had the ring. And just like always, it came through for me. I had Kate take this picture so my mom would know. 

Words can't express how blessed I feel. Not just because of winning the competition or the outpouring of love and support I received throughout it, but because I felt myself move closer to my potential as a result of this experience. I saw progress after each round. I felt the Lord stretching my talents and strengthening my weaknesses. I realized for the first time that I really might be good at the practical aspects of the law, reaffirming my feeling that I'm where I'm supposed to be.