Luck Be Me

I was hoping to set a record by being cold-called in all my substantive classes (which excludes Legal Writing) my first week. Turns out I had to wait for my second. Contracts carved out the last leg on the Triangle of Fear.

Constitutional Law: Ok, I asked for it. Siegel is nice enough to provide an on-call sign-up sheet, so I decided to brave last Wednesday.

Civil Procedure: The first few days, Carrington either drew or inserted an image of a state into his presentation. If that was your home state, you had to be alert. I was not given the warning of California's long, lovely coastline. I was denied due process, but I did feel I got served.

Contracts: If I ever think I understand anything, each class proves me wrong. I suppose I understand enough now to know that I understand nil. As I basked in my newfound knowledge of incomprehension, Weistart looked me in the eye and I knew I was toast. Finger-crossing, I denounce thee as my god!

I expect to be cold-called again later in the semester, since some of our classes are small. I'll be an expert by then, right? I promise I'll blow all my classmates away (I think that's an unenforceable promise--let me check the hornbook).

Learning Gibberish with Benni's Black's Law Dictionary

Incidental authority eloigned eluviation. Ex parte, ex parte, en banc. Bailiff, arise to prima facie case! Ex parte, ex parte, en banc. Slip-and-fall case slanderer! Detention hearing under strict scrutiny. Coparcenary control theory. Ex parte, ex parte, en banc!

I have completed my first full week of law school. Amen.

P.S. Dishes ok.

First Couple Days

Not having the time to do dishes (but finding the time to blog), I ran my dishwasher for the very first time today. Since the cycle hasn't finished, I'll have to report later whether this venture was successful. I hate to let y'all hang on to the edges of your seats, but patience!

Those of you who have phoned me know that I'm drowning in homework. I've been able to stay focused the last two nights, but tonight my mind is wandering. I really want to test out that treadmill in our apartment's fitness center. I really look forward to softball on Sunday. I really want to go out and karaoke. I can't wait until I balance my work load with my daily life. I wish I wouldn't get violently ill every time I eat Cup Noodles. I haven't eaten them since undergrad, but today someone had them for lunch and, boy, that is still the best smell ever. I miss Taiwanese popsicles.

I still believe that law school was the right choice for me. I'll keep you posted about that one as well.

One More Day Until My 3-Year Vacation

1L orientation starts tomorrow, and we'll start receiving assignments next week. I already own more study aids than I'll ever get the chance to review; someone recommends a book, and there I am standing in the checkout line with it. Darned money pits.

After five years of working, it's strange to have school issues again, e.g. When do my loans come through? Why doesn't the school bookstore have all the required textbooks? I hated working 8-5, but I'm starting to miss some of the perks, like income and lack of attachment.

I'm determined not to move until I graduate. I'm completely pooped from this cross-country haul. I still have to decide how to decorate my walls, and as soon as I accomplish that, I will be sending you Bay Areans a video tour of my place.

And a big thank-you to whoever followed my Threadless link and made a purchase.

Here in Durham

I still have not finished unpacking, and I'm holding off my usual deep, thought-provoking entries until I finish.

Trailer Question. "Four Brothers" avenge their sweet adoptive mother's death. If she was so sweet, how in the world did she raise four thugs? I'm sure John Singleton will do this question justice, and maybe one of you will let me know.