than "that guy." Except I don't usually dress quite so adorably during the majority of my waking hours (oh I'm capable of it, just wait until I buy a sailor suit).Some have accused me of affect in this regard - I act a lot dumber, less competent and sillier than I really am, and maybe a little (there are definitely advantages to the aforementioned being underestimated), but at the same time, I guess I just don't really impress myself all that much. I'm good at putting tags on every accomplishment. If I did well, it's because the pond was small enough, the circumstances favorable enough... and I think others pick that up about me and take me enough at my word that even if they know I'm the sneak bastard ruining the curve, they don't really make the connection.If I took myself seriously, I'd be so aware of my shortcomings in relation to the impossibly high standard I set for myself and only myself that I suspect I'd be paralyzed. Life being too short, I guess, propels me towards opting for silly over serious, even when that ends up being to my detriment (like in job interviews and shortened ambition - but then “ignorance more frequently begets confidence than does knowledge”)
At any rate:
I am really enjoying my research assistant gig. Researching is my nirvana (smells like second parent adoption, baby). I more or less grew up in some college library or other and would entertain myself by picking random topics to look up way back in the day of reference cards. Having a chance to be paid to indulge in a comfort hobby is like snuggling into a warm blankie. I'm also learning things. Last week I got to marinate in information about step-parent adoptions. I also delved far further into US Census data than I could ever have dreamt was possible. This week, I get to review all the relevant literature on assisted reproductive technology and parental rights involving surrogates, gestational and otherwise, with the goal of determining how states determine who has what rights and whether it's a matter of adoption or contract law. It skirts all kinds of interesting issues spanning the gambit from property law to bioethics, stem cells, embryo adoption... I spent the evening making charts and lists.Of course since I did this, I did not finish up my journals for my mediation class tomorrow. I believe I'll have time to finish these up between criminal law and our orientation at the EEOC tomorrow. As I'm mediating my EEOC case this coming Thursday, it's very good that the orientation is occurring before the mediation. But as I'm mediating my EEOC case this coming Thursday, I'm in a slight panic and thinking about mediation makes my stomach all bendy-wendy.
I've also spent quite a lot of time reviewing my seminar paper about informed consent and placebo treatments. I'm trying to fit in a section about placebos and surrogate consent for minors, but it's a fairly complex area and I'm already over the page limit. Lots and lots of editing and the occasionally frustrating venture through Blue Book land. On the bright side I ventured into Power Point world and started my presentation (due on Wednesday). It's actually been somewhat helpful for thinking about the structure of my paper. Also, I found lots of neat clip art, including a few very corny cartoon panels. Here's a teaser:
P.s. Did I just start two blogs in a row name-checking my boyfriend? Have I actually become *that girl* afterall? Who does that? Are we *that couple*? Oh wow, I just blew my own mind. Here's some more clipart from my power point to illustrate how blown it is: 
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