A couple of weeks ago, I called my sister-in-law. Our initial exchange consisted of:
Me: I'm alive.
Her: I see no evidence of this.
So this blog is an attempt to provide some evidence.
I looked up what some of the lower burdens of evidence to be proven were, and "reasonable suspicion" and "some credible evidence" were among the lowest. So the purpose of this blog is really to provide my sister-in-law (and anyone else who is interested) some credible evidence of my continued existence.
For those of you who don't know why my being alive is in question, I started law school in August of last year. That's not the sort of thing that normally kills a person, though many people do live out those three years in the library. And I have been there quite frequently. Part of why I haven't come up for air or why few people see or hear evidences of me is that I have six of my seven kids with me, and my husband is still looking for a job here so he can come join us. I am not a single mom, since he is working and takes care of the income part of this situation. However, all the day-to-day tasks of keeping six kids (and myself) alive are mine to take care of right now, along with all the day-to-day tasks of trying to get decent enough grades to feel like I'm being successful in school.
That being the case, I may not write very often or very coherently. But hopefully what I do write (and the few things I "like" on Facebook) will add up to some credible evidence that I am surviving this experience.
(By the way, I love law school, and I hope there will be more on that in a subsequent post. Right now, however, I have to finish my reading for my afternoon class and head over there. And, yes, I am in the library right now.)
