I’d given up on looking for a place for a while and began to hope that an amazing, conveniently located, affordable, and dog-friendly place would land in my lap (or that a suitable roommate would just present themselves to me). The other night at work a coworker asked me if I knew anyone who was looking for an apartment (she needs to sublet). I told her that I’ve been looking but that I had dogs and did not think an apartment would take me. Not so, she informed me. Her building is dog friendly.

Fearing the worst I viewed her cute, conveniently located, affordable, and dog-friendly place last night and was surprised by my findings. Now, as usual, I’m conflicted but am now leaning heavily toward taking it. I figure, what the hell. Can’t stay at my horrible house forever, and I feel that if I don’t take the plunge now when things are wonderful I might never leave. After hours of agonizing and consulting everyone I know who will respond to my calls, text messages, and emails, I think I’m ready for it. Whoo!

I also discovered today that the JA class I volunteered to teach is a Special Ed class. Great. Way to rope me in before giving me all of the information, guys. I’m dreading tomorrow, and will spend hours tonight poring over lesson plans and mentally preparing myself to deal with children. Ick.

Also got an invitation to my first Law School Schmooze Event. Apparently all of the scholarship recipients are invited to a luncheon at the end of the month with a bunch of high-powered alumni. I figure after a personality transplant, electroshock therapy, and someone else’s clothes I’ll fit right in!