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Hrm, I'm liveblogging a class tonight
Jan. 5th, 2012 06:34 pmWell, so far I really like this class; the professor is funny and interesting and the other students seem really cool. I was a little worried about this, so this is a relief. The professor is talking about the assignments right now, and I'm thinking, 'Sixty-page chapters? No biggie, not after that WWII class!'. This is a good feeling.
In other news, we've already been here two hours and I haven't lost my focus yet. Of course, we aren't doing a real class today, so that's maybe not an entirely accurate prediction of classes to come.
It seems like every class ever starts out with you being behind on the reading already because you don't get the syllabus or whatever beforehand, and this is no different. I've got three chapters to read for today and three more for next Tuesday. Then I've got a class that's actually on Thursdays, which I won't actually go to until the 12th. The professor did say that we should be getting out a little early, which will be nice. Oh, this is nice, we just noticed that the three chapters for today are essentially an overview, and there's no actual assignment associated with it. So the work that's due next Tuesday is on the second set of three chapters. Whew.
Now we're starting. Hm, I think I will probably be very bad at knowing when a client is lying to me. I have this really bad habit of believing things people tell me, even though I know better. It's weird, because when it's not someone actually telling me things, I'm a very incredulous person--I don't take things on faith, period. But when someone is sitting there telling me things, unless the story is so unbelievable my ten-year-old cousin couldn't have come up with it, I'll probably believe it until someone else points out, 'You know, that's probably not true.'. ::facepalm::
Wow, as a paralegal, you can get paid to troll facebook, etc., as part of gathering information--that makes your job really easy. Thank you, social media. So, let this be a lesson: if you don't want it used against you in court, don't put it on the internet. Some paralegal will find it.
This state was the first in the nation to have a certification process for paralegals--wow, we're normally not this forward-thinking here.
Twenty 'til nine, now. I'm getting a little ready to stop concentrating.
Hm, at the end of all this, I can call myself an NC Certified Paralegal or and NC State Bar Certified Paralegal. It sounds pretty good. :)
It's weird thinking I'll only see this professor six times--one class per week for six weeks and it's done. Each class is like that; this last history class was a little like that in that we met once a week, but a semester is a lot longer than six weeks.
Quarter 'til. These desks are a little uncomfortable because they don't let me stretch my legs out. Wow, one part of the paralegal profession trademarked Certified Paralegal, so they invented a new word--certificated--to make up for it. Certificated, guys. I just, no. Quit making up stupid words when there are already words in the English language to express your thought. Or at least let someone who is more talented create the neologisms.
Nine on the dot. And we are done.
In other news, we've already been here two hours and I haven't lost my focus yet. Of course, we aren't doing a real class today, so that's maybe not an entirely accurate prediction of classes to come.
It seems like every class ever starts out with you being behind on the reading already because you don't get the syllabus or whatever beforehand, and this is no different. I've got three chapters to read for today and three more for next Tuesday. Then I've got a class that's actually on Thursdays, which I won't actually go to until the 12th. The professor did say that we should be getting out a little early, which will be nice. Oh, this is nice, we just noticed that the three chapters for today are essentially an overview, and there's no actual assignment associated with it. So the work that's due next Tuesday is on the second set of three chapters. Whew.
Now we're starting. Hm, I think I will probably be very bad at knowing when a client is lying to me. I have this really bad habit of believing things people tell me, even though I know better. It's weird, because when it's not someone actually telling me things, I'm a very incredulous person--I don't take things on faith, period. But when someone is sitting there telling me things, unless the story is so unbelievable my ten-year-old cousin couldn't have come up with it, I'll probably believe it until someone else points out, 'You know, that's probably not true.'. ::facepalm::
Wow, as a paralegal, you can get paid to troll facebook, etc., as part of gathering information--that makes your job really easy. Thank you, social media. So, let this be a lesson: if you don't want it used against you in court, don't put it on the internet. Some paralegal will find it.
This state was the first in the nation to have a certification process for paralegals--wow, we're normally not this forward-thinking here.
Twenty 'til nine, now. I'm getting a little ready to stop concentrating.
Hm, at the end of all this, I can call myself an NC Certified Paralegal or and NC State Bar Certified Paralegal. It sounds pretty good. :)
It's weird thinking I'll only see this professor six times--one class per week for six weeks and it's done. Each class is like that; this last history class was a little like that in that we met once a week, but a semester is a lot longer than six weeks.
Quarter 'til. These desks are a little uncomfortable because they don't let me stretch my legs out. Wow, one part of the paralegal profession trademarked Certified Paralegal, so they invented a new word--certificated--to make up for it. Certificated, guys. I just, no. Quit making up stupid words when there are already words in the English language to express your thought. Or at least let someone who is more talented create the neologisms.
Nine on the dot. And we are done.
