I thought that by the time snow started to fall I would be
safely tucked away in London and wouldn’t have to worry about getting to school
alive after a storm. The man who plows our access way apparently has not gotten
the memo that I refuse to miss class just because there is two feet of snow on
the road, and will usually show up around noon to finally plow us out. It’s a
steep hill and pretty much impossible to get up when the weather is bad – cut
to me attempting to shovel a path for my car to follow (I may or may not have
thrown a mini-temper tantrum that resulted in my poor father snow blowing the
entire road for me on one particularly snowy morning).

So you can imagine my dismay when on October 29 a ridiculous
nor’easter came roaring into town. This is the season when we’re supposed to be
watching the leaves change colors and float to the ground, not get covered in
snow and bring branches crashing down with them. Granted it was a weekend and I
didn’t have to worry about getting to school, but when the power went out,
things got ugly pretty quickly. On a positive note, we now have a generator
after the Hurricane Irene fiasco. However, there was a new twist with this
storm in that not only are the power lines down, but this time the cable lines
have also succumbed. I’ve never been a huge TV person so it doesn’t seem like
this would be a big deal, but our cable provider is also our internet provider
and that is how this storm has become a disaster.

It’s sometimes hard to explain to people who have not had
the pleasure of getting a law degree that there are certain times in the
semester where taking the day off from doing work is just not an option. At a
time when I have two huge writing assignments due in two weeks that require a somewhat
obscene amount of research, they’ll use arguments like “It’s not your fault
there’s no power” and “Why don’t you just take a break” and “You can’t risk
your life to get to a computer.” They say these things as I’m frantically
calling libraries in the area to see if anyone has power (no one did).

Luckily for me, a family friend who has been through law school understood my plight and came to the
rescue. It was like she just knew. I was on the verge of throwing my phone out
the window in frustration when she called to tell me her office in the next
town over had power and internet access (DSL!), and that she would pick me up
at the top of the access way (which still had not been plowed) in thirty

With that problem solved, my blood pressure began to return
to a normal level. The next obstacle was finding a Dunkin Donuts that had
power. This turned out to be a forty-five minute process which included waiting
in a line about fifteen cars deep and being yelled at by a very large man who
clearly needed a coffee more than us. But as I took the first sip of my pumpkin
latte I knew it was going to be okay. In no time we were at the office and my
computer was hooked up. As WestlawNext opened on my screen I think I may have
actually let out a sigh of relief.

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