Sunshine

I've been neglecting the blog for no reason. I have so much to talk about but I hardly ever make the effort to sit down and write.

As everyone who reads this blog should know I took the LSAT last weekend. I think it went well, but I'll be sure to notify everyone if it in fact it did go well.

With LSAT out of the way (fingers crossed) I have been thinking more and more about the personal statements I have to write for the law school application process. While I do 'have to', part of me is looking forward to it. As I look back upon the academic, and extracurricular pursuits [sic] I don't have a clear understanding of what they mean to my life. I can recall undertaking them to better myself, but I haven't assessed my progress. I don't know how I have changed, what I have gained, and if I have become a better person because of it.

In the most abstract sense I don't have a sense of my own identity. It's as if I am defining my personality, my identity. I'm excited and anxious about reflecting and articulating why the experiences in my life matter, and how they shaped me into the person X law school would want representing them.

This is the first weekend in months I haven't spent half the day taking an LSAT. I took full advantage of it by walking Eastern Market on Saturday morning. For those that have been to Pike's Market, I would say Eastern Market is much the same; an array of vendors, fresh fruit, vegetables, and herbs, with a few places offering fresh fish, meat, sausages, cheeses, and pasta (I really want to try to the pumpkin ravioli).
(Walking through a park near my home on the way to Eastern Market)

Andrew, my roommate, had a friend in town and invited me to go with them to Crafty Bastards. Crafty Bastards is a community event in Adam's Morgan with numerous hippy crafts (e.g. climbing belts adorned with decorations, specialty belts with bike lock holders) and 'indie' T-shirts. I briskly walked through the event and jut as quickly the festival lost its aura. I turned to walk out when people climbing a fence caught my eye. I knew I had to justify my decision for coming to Crafty Bastards so I spent 5 extra seconds to peer over the fence and beyond crowd to see what the commotion was about.

2 hours later I walked away from witnessing my first live b-boy/girl spectacle. Most of these kids were in high school, and some weren't that great, but others were not only great but inspiring. One of the b-boys aptly named 'half-step'. Half-step had a prosthetic leg and could break with or without his leg. He also made it to the third of five rounds by performing a handstand spin (half step did not complete nearly as many rotations).