I will miss you Portland

June 1st is when I drive away from the town that has been my home for almost 6 years. While I await my law school experience, I will be eating and sleeping for free at my parents lake house with Kyle. Come fall, Kyle will be leaving the West Coast for Washington, DC, where he will turn into a snob at Georgetown Law School. Unlike Kyle, my voyage is not as drastic. I am moving 45 minutes from Portland: to Salem, Oregon, where I will attend Willamette Law School. So, Kyle and I are going to be apart for three years. As hard as I know it is going to be, I believe we have what it takes to stay together through even the toughest of times. Besides, it might be better for us to be apart for our first year of law school (as it's suppose to be hell). Seperating was a hard but smart decision. There was no way either of us was going to follow the other... we are too stubborn for that. I will miss him though.

Starbucks and the One Hundred Dollar Bill

Today, at Starbucks.

I was in behind a lady in line who had a small child attached to her hand. The little girl had already picked out a blueberry coffee cake and a chocolate milk, which she opened as soon as it was handed to her. Inside, I was salivating at the thought of a crumbly coffee cake in my belly.
When the cash register was done gobbeling the prices off of the products it spat out a total of around $15.00 (The mom bought stuff too). Instead of flashing some plastic, like most of the Starbucks clientele, the women handed the register person a one hundred dollar bill. From my perspective, the register person jumped out of her green apron as though she saw a neon pink cobra. She then proceeded to tell the women with the child that Starbucks can not take such large bills. After being asked if she could use some other form of payment, the women turned bright red with anger and agitation and yanked her daughter out of the store. All the while, the little girl had been suckling the chocolate milk with ferocious determination. Deep down the little girl knew she was not going to be bringing that milk with her, for as the mother yanked the daughter out of Starbucks, she snatched the milk (straw and all) and returned it to the register women.

This all happened during my break from work. Amazing.

I am going to Willamette Law. Probably. Unless Loyola Chicago decides I am amazing and takes me in.