Following Coach Orders

By: Gabriela Yareliz Coaches, lifestyle and career coaches alike, do it. They make you say and write things. They make you act on things. They force you to visualize and strategize. There is this thing where you write out your purpose. It’s like your own personal mission statement, if you will. It’s about who you…

Class

“Hope we can teach our daughters that the word ‘class’ doesn’t involve flying private, wearing loboutin shoes and carrying a Kelly bag. ‘The word ‘class’ and ‘classy’ should mean what happens when you are able to be thankful, able to give and be a true friend to anybody regardless of their background and where they…

Friday Glee: April 24, 2015

By: Gabriela Yareliz Things are ending slowly, quickly; regardless, they are ending. Things are changing quickly, slowly; regardless, they are changing. Dreams are coming true slowly, quickly; regardless, they are coming true. These next few months will be filled with study routines, exams, airport lines, jet setting, interviews, and the beginning of a career unfolding. I’ve…

Recipe to have a life

By: Gabriela Yareliz My motto: Law school (or any school or work for that matter) is a part of my life, it is not my life. I think how you live your life depends on how you think of your life and what you want for yourself. It’s a conscious decision. If you don’t make…

Pencils

By: Gabriela Yareliz It’s back to school, or as the French call it, la rentrée. As a kid, one of my favorite things was getting new pencils; that, Lisa Frank folders and corduroy pants. Which pencil is yours?

It is that time again

By: Gabriela Yareliz Officially, it is that time again. Time of insanity. Exam prep. We are in that precarious and weird place of final readings for class, which professors assign mercilessly (crunch time), and then trying to outline out of guilt. Currently, on laptops at the law school: When someone tells me they don’t like…

Week survival

By: Gabriela Yareliz This week was absolutely insane. When I mean insane, I mean: finishing an oral argument at 10 p.m. at school (but thank God, owning it), that night having to read two briefs and an oral argument, 95 pages each (and it had to be that night thanks to the professor sending us…

Final Days

By: Gabriela Yareliz No time to sleep. No time to brush your hair. No time to do laundry. No time. It is that time; end of the semester. Teachers’ demands reach their highest level of impossibility (wink) and they ask for what seems impossible, and we, the students, look sleep deprived and zombie-esque. Sad story. A girl…

Nostalgia

By: Gabriela Yareliz It is official- I am having serious cricket withdrawals. I have quit freaking out about assignments and failed group projects. As I look around the library I see people in complete exhaustion sleeping on textbooks in defeat. Sad story. End of the semester- 3 weeks to duke it out. I am not sad…

Vent

By: Gabriela Yareliz Warning: What follows is a complete ventilation of feeling (really, more specifically, frustration)… So, the creepy guy at the library who always looks around at people, more specifically Felicia and I, like he wants to abduct us, GO AWAY. No one likes the way you cough all over the keyboard and look…