Sian's blog posts tagged with 'microwave meals'

Confessions of a wannabe QC part 3

Oct

16

Catching sight of my own reflection in the train window this morning was actually quite frightening. It's official, no amount of foundation is going to hide those bags- the only remedy is sleep. I don't think I've looked forward to a weekend quite as much as this one for a long time and believe me, it's not because I have any major plans (the chance would be a fine thing) but this week has just been pandamonium! I am in disbelief that it is only Thursday. I have had several intimate dates this week with a chap called Horncastle- not as romantic as it sounds- a man appealing his GBH conviction on the grounds of human rights for my first post-graduate coursework (that came round quickly didn't it?) As my brain is currently mush and, this case note isn't technically due until next week, I'm going to do with it what Simon Cowell always does at the judge's houses round of X Factor when he is a bit stuck: I'm going to sleep on it. If nothing else, this course is teaching me that I would probably make an awful judge, I lack the patience to be given such power, I'd end up just getting annoyed with those put before me and handing out exceptionally harsh sentences... note for the future: don't get promoted. The upside of course, is the introduction of a microwave to the GDL room which has sparked some interesting suggestions for communal cordin bleu cooking: like cakes in a mug and scrambled egg and microwave pizzas, and I take this as a sign that my coursemates have bonded sufficiently that shared food as well as shared suffering is a distinct possibility on the horizon. Also, all this microwave food and running between lectures is actually doing wonders for the waist line, I no longer look at my jeans with fear and trepidation which can only be a good thing. Comedic moment of the week came when I actually managed to get locked into Freeman building having stayed late to work on Mr. Horncastle... I think it's a clever ploy on behalf of the law department to force us to work: there is no escape until you have finished. Now, that's a depressing thought to finish on. Roll on Halloween, I need a good night out, I need a costume, I need a Jack Daniels...

Confessions of a wannabe QC part 5

Nov

04

Can anyone get the light switches in Freeman to work? It seems to me they only display the light all the while you're pressing down on the button and this results in me, sitting in darkened rooms, looking like something from a horror show, or someone about to top themselves. Seriously, legitimate question, if anyone has mastered this, I could use a hand! This week saw the second official deadline of the GDL and, by some fresh level of hell I am on the cusp of the first exam. Seriously, where is time going? It's always difficult with a multiple choice-r as, you don't want to underestimate the enemy, bring no ammuntion (in the form of revision) and get your arse well and truly kicked by something everyone deemed as "so simple." Yet, with a schedule as tight as mine, I have no desire to waste copius hours on something that turns out to be, precisely that simple. Decisions, decisions...

   Deadlines for scholarships and a Bar school viewing are also on the horizon which is frankly terrifying. At the moment my answer to 'the quality that make me a good candidate for the bar...' is resillience. If a cockroach can live for something like 9 days without a head, I reckon a bar student can do the same. Living off of stolen sleep and far too many microwave meals in the GDL room proves this fact, I have now been without a functioning brain for approximately 7 weeks. Nevertheless, I don't think the cockroach analogy is really what the Inner Temple was going for so, I will have to reconsider that one.

   The other worry is the speedy approach of Christmas. Now, I always knew Christmas in the conventional sense was well and truly cancelled this year due to exams and dissertation and the like, however, it is now more cancelled than ever given the fact that I've been given an (albeit awesome) work experience, which means a London commute everyday in the only slightly more relaxed week I had. If I survive to the new year, I will have done well, and I will book a holiday, somewhere far away and sunny. Until then, I have a Public seminar to prep...

 

PS: Is this blog starting to sound like Bridget Jones' diary? Only without the men or the cigarette counter?