Monday, September 28, 2009

Grand Jury Duty

This is the Federal Courthouse for Pima county in downtown Tucson. This is where I spent my Monday this week. I was "randomly selected to be a potential federal grand juror" which, as they emphasized, is a bit different from regular jury duty. Namely in the fact that, if one of the 23 chosen grand jurors, I would serve every other Wednesday (9am-5pm) for a year. Grand juries help decide whether or not there is enough evidence to let a case go to trial, thus they (hopefully) protect people from being wrongly accused/investigated. On a given day they decide on 60-70 cases, which in AZ are mostly dealing with illegal immigration and drug trafficking.

Sadly I was picked to be one of the 10 alternates. The 10th alternate to be exact. So unless 9 people on the jury randomly move away or die in the next year my services will likely go unused.

It's too bad because I can't picture a time in my life when serving in a grand jury could be any more convenient: no children, no real job, an excuse to miss school every other Wednesday. Dang my luck.

Oh well, at least I got to hang out at the courthouse all day and see our constitution at work. And they have great panoramic views of Tucson from the upper floors. In this pic you can see the freeway and "A-Mountain". Hooray.

Ward Campout 2009

It's always BY FAR my favorite activity of the year :)


We played an extremely heated game of Risk because SOMEONE decided to help out when he wasn't even playing. There was hatred all around after the person he helped nearly won the game.

See the anger in Benjamin's eyes (left) as Joseph helps Shelly (Right)

Don't worry, after playing for 3 1/2 hours (and not being in any better position than what we started out with at the beginning of the game) we voted on the winner to be: nuclear annihilation. And we threw the board over.

Friends again after 3 hours of war: Ali, me, & Tiara

Later that night after all the boys and most of the girls went to bed we had ritual female bonding time of screaming, taking pictures of ourselves, and having a dance party.

We had kindof a soul train thing going. All the other 50 girls who were upstairs trying to sleep at the time didn't really appreciate our bonding event... but we still had a BLAST!

And as per the rule of camping: NO PICTURES the morning after :)

Thursday, September 24, 2009

It's happening

I woke up this morning and realized I'm graduating in 12 weeks:


Then the thoughts came:
Ineedtogetajob... wherecanIfindajob?!

I realized I've been w a i t i n g for this since 8th grade (when we took those little vocational tests to see what you wanna be when you "grow up").

And I am



R E A D Y...

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

I'm at it again...

I don't spend inordinate amounts of time on facebook, but I honestly can't afford to spend any on there right now... nor do I have the will power to simply abstain. So goodbye for now: friends I haven't talked to since HS, classmates from Enlish 101 freshman year, random people from EFY 6 years ago, friends of my parents, younger siblings of my friend's freinds, and all you other wonderful people who enjoy social networking as much as I do.

Don't worry, I'll come back... someday.

NOTE: this is in NO way related to my previous post--facebooking does not interfere with my academics.

Life does.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

No student ever wants to get an email like this:

Dear Jocelyn,

I have not received the assignment from you, and the first one was, well, not great. Are you still in this class?


BaLaNceD life = FAIL

Monday, September 7, 2009


I'm having trouble sleeping. I hardly ever sleep through the night anymore because I'm always waking up with thoughts and inspirations that, apparently, can't wait til morning. Another problem is this everpresent feeling that I have something to do--and I do always have something to be working on--so I also have trouble allowing myself to sleep very deeply. And we all know what happens when I don't sleep very deeply...
That's right: a return of the sleep-texting and sleep-walking.

The other night I was sound asleep in my bed when suddenly I woke to find that I had walked across the living room with a determination to accomplish the extremely important task of adjusting the pillows on the couch to make them symmetrical. Uhhhh...? I'm not OCD, I promise.

Last Friday night I went to bed at 9:30pm because I've found that Friday nights are the only night of the week where I can catch up on my sleep--lame huh? I actually got some great sleep that night but the next morning I woke VERY surprised to find that I had responded to a text whilst in deep slumber. I have zero recollection of seeing/comprehending the text, let alone responding--coherently, I might add:
Kyle: You aren't by chance a really good singer are you?
Fully-asleep Me: Definitely not sadly.

I mean, I know I'm not a good singer, but I had no idea any part of my unconscious was actually sad about it. I also spelled "definitely" correctly, which is a tricky word to get right even when fully awake.

Oh and if you're wondering what that top picture is, that was the view from my bedroom window Sunday morning at 5:30am. I woke to lights and sirens as some guy--intoxicated, by the looks of it--fell over on his bike in the parking lot across the street from my apt. and required medical attention.

Gah I just want some good sleep!