||[Feb. 27th, 2004|07:04 am]
I spent yesterday in a state of growing anxiety. Yesterday evening we were supposed to be able to find out whether our Law Review notes had been Accepted, Rejected, or were being returned to us for a Cure. Having consistently botched one citing form throughout the paper, I was praying that I would at least get a Cure an a chance to fix it, rather than outright rejection. I missed the editor before classes started, so had to get through class and then wait another nervous hour for him to reappear. He handed me my two evaluations.
Both "Accept." One with a recommendation for publication (the other didn't evaluate either way).
This means that I'm on Law Review as an Editor next year. And I may yet be published. (The current editors have to have a meeting and discuss all the Accepted papers to choose 6-8 for actual publication based on interest and timeliness, etc.)
Can I just say, Squee!!! This is highly good for the old resume, and I am beyond pleased.
I ended up on the phone until 2am with my friend Pam in Anchorage, because she was the one who first said to me, "You know, you should go to law school when you get down there," and I haven't talked to her for over two years. I had to call and tell her thank you.
Not much sleep, but I have so much adrenalin going that I'm doing fine.