Computer crime is not coming easily to me. I'm not great with the substantive criminal law stuff for the most part; I just don't think well in those terms. But I still have a few days. Two more in fact. No time to let up off the gas now. All I need is a good night's sleep to let my brain relax and get ready to have some knowledge punched into it. (New study technique - punching my brain! Why didn't I think of that before my sixth finals period?) Then the party starts at 5pm sharp on Wednesday. We will show Miley Cyrus a real party in the USA. There are so many better "party" references I could have made there. Oh, here's one: don't worry, Andrew W.K., we will party hard. Too dated? Ah nuts.
I just saw "The Descendants." I liked it, but it was so unrealistic; no one would cheat on George Clooney.
It's pretty funny how the outside world stops for me during finals. "Do you want to go to Ray's Hellburger for lunch?" Yes, I want the best burger in DC, but can't, I have to study. "Want to go camping?" Love to, but studying. Where are my friends? They all seem to have magical times every December and April. Major world events could be happening right now, and I wouldn't know about them. I don't read the news. All I read today was a nice piece in the Times about a 92-year old man who sends bootleg DVDs to American soldiers in Afghanistan and Iraq. And I justified that through its relation to computer crimes.
Soon. Soon.
Sunday, April 29, 2012
Friday, April 27, 2012
Powers: Separated
The Separation of Powers final was this afternoon. It was pretty rough. The issue spotter had so many constitutional problems it was hard not to get them mixed up. And I think I threw in a completely superfluous Appointments Clause analysis - let's hope that was actually an issue and I don't get docked points for wasting the professor's time when reading. The policy question was about recess appointments, which we talked about for maybe half of one class period. So, there it is. On one hand, what's done is done. On the other hand, I really wanted to do well in that class so there's plenty of ways to do meaningless worrying. Can't wait. In perspective, I like hard exams - they are hard for everyone and I seem to do better on them. Any moron can do well on an easy exam; the hard exams weed out the less prepared and place them appropriately on the curve. Let's hope. Knock on wood. Knock on internet. Ok, I'm done worrying about it.
The comedown from this exam is sort of harsh. I was so hyped up on adrenaline and aggrandizement that I like don't know what to do with myself. What will I study?? Oh right, Computer Crime. My last final. Dun dun dun. If you mess with this post it could, like, totally be a computer crime. I'm not really sure. I'll get back to you after I do some studying. Somehow I am just not as into this final. My final final. Ever. I'm into that. I'm into saying goodbye to law school. And I'm into Grad Week (our senior week equivalent) which includes a boat cruise (read: booze cruise) and brunch (read: boozy brunch). Oh law students. Well, there won't be kickball, so this senior week will be disappointing, I can tell already.
I wish I had other, interesting, insightful things to talk about. But it's hard during finals! My focus is on academic achievement. And misery. Anyone know any good procrastination tools that aren't internet memes full of .gif files? Also, the word meme: how do you say that out loud??
Some guy was talking to his friend today about Robert Griffin III as I was walking by. He said "This guy's RG3" and I looked at him. He goes "Him...not you..." gesturing to his friend. I know I'm not the #2 overall pick in this year's draft. Way to rub salt in the wound.
The comedown from this exam is sort of harsh. I was so hyped up on adrenaline and aggrandizement that I like don't know what to do with myself. What will I study?? Oh right, Computer Crime. My last final. Dun dun dun. If you mess with this post it could, like, totally be a computer crime. I'm not really sure. I'll get back to you after I do some studying. Somehow I am just not as into this final. My final final. Ever. I'm into that. I'm into saying goodbye to law school. And I'm into Grad Week (our senior week equivalent) which includes a boat cruise (read: booze cruise) and brunch (read: boozy brunch). Oh law students. Well, there won't be kickball, so this senior week will be disappointing, I can tell already.
I wish I had other, interesting, insightful things to talk about. But it's hard during finals! My focus is on academic achievement. And misery. Anyone know any good procrastination tools that aren't internet memes full of .gif files? Also, the word meme: how do you say that out loud??
Some guy was talking to his friend today about Robert Griffin III as I was walking by. He said "This guy's RG3" and I looked at him. He goes "Him...not you..." gesturing to his friend. I know I'm not the #2 overall pick in this year's draft. Way to rub salt in the wound.
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Dance to the Music
Don't Timeline me, bro. But really, don't make me change.
The other day I ran into a guy named Rusmir Music. He worked in the career center at my college. He was so much more than your typical, unhelpful career counselor. He once asked Shaked if she had checked for jobs on Google. He is sort of like an elusive, magical being who you never really want to see, but ya can't help being "excited" about it. I was luckily on the phone when I encountered him. He looked at me and said "I know you." I looked at him and nodded. Then walked away. I honestly forgot that he was in DC, though Shaked had mentioned that to me about a year ago. Hadn't seen him in three years and I wasn't really that upset about it. Getting home I emailed some of my college friends (apologies to anyone I forgot to include in my rush!) to report a sighting of the elusive Rusmir. Also, I may or may not have a stuffed unicorn named after him (purchased by Ethan, named by Shaked, resented by me).
Oh right, I took my Trusts and Estate final yesterday. Bye bye to that class. Huzzah! It was pass/fail, so I wasn't all that worried. I definitely passed. Knock on wood. Currently, I think it was a mistake to pass/fail it. Should have used that on Computer Crime where the stuff is way more difficult. I felt pretty good about the T&E final, but apparently lots of people thought it was really difficult. Maybe it's just because I didn't stress, but I didn't think it was that bad. But that's about the last thing someone wants to hear about when their reaction to the final is borderline manic.
Next final is Separation of Powers on Friday. I wish it were tomorrow, I'm ready. Strong side! Left side! You get the picture. I'm psyched up for it. I'm ready to go. I made an outline, a policy supplement, a chart, and I have a few pre-written answers. Even the boy scouts are jealous. It's the only class I really care how I do in. So it had better be good.
Sidenote: Separation of Powers rocked my mind. Basically, most for-cause removal provisions are probably unconstitutional, which totally undermines what you learn in Con Law I and day 1 of Administrative Law. The whole things is conceptually crazy. And I love it. And there are no jobs in it. Especially because I didn't go to Harvard or clerk for a Supreme Court justice. Damn it. It's that kind of thing that no one tells you before law school - all the cool, interesting areas of law, well no one really practices them. Dreamscrashandburn.
Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow, jumping over the moon.
The other day I ran into a guy named Rusmir Music. He worked in the career center at my college. He was so much more than your typical, unhelpful career counselor. He once asked Shaked if she had checked for jobs on Google. He is sort of like an elusive, magical being who you never really want to see, but ya can't help being "excited" about it. I was luckily on the phone when I encountered him. He looked at me and said "I know you." I looked at him and nodded. Then walked away. I honestly forgot that he was in DC, though Shaked had mentioned that to me about a year ago. Hadn't seen him in three years and I wasn't really that upset about it. Getting home I emailed some of my college friends (apologies to anyone I forgot to include in my rush!) to report a sighting of the elusive Rusmir. Also, I may or may not have a stuffed unicorn named after him (purchased by Ethan, named by Shaked, resented by me).
Oh right, I took my Trusts and Estate final yesterday. Bye bye to that class. Huzzah! It was pass/fail, so I wasn't all that worried. I definitely passed. Knock on wood. Currently, I think it was a mistake to pass/fail it. Should have used that on Computer Crime where the stuff is way more difficult. I felt pretty good about the T&E final, but apparently lots of people thought it was really difficult. Maybe it's just because I didn't stress, but I didn't think it was that bad. But that's about the last thing someone wants to hear about when their reaction to the final is borderline manic.
Next final is Separation of Powers on Friday. I wish it were tomorrow, I'm ready. Strong side! Left side! You get the picture. I'm psyched up for it. I'm ready to go. I made an outline, a policy supplement, a chart, and I have a few pre-written answers. Even the boy scouts are jealous. It's the only class I really care how I do in. So it had better be good.
Sidenote: Separation of Powers rocked my mind. Basically, most for-cause removal provisions are probably unconstitutional, which totally undermines what you learn in Con Law I and day 1 of Administrative Law. The whole things is conceptually crazy. And I love it. And there are no jobs in it. Especially because I didn't go to Harvard or clerk for a Supreme Court justice. Damn it. It's that kind of thing that no one tells you before law school - all the cool, interesting areas of law, well no one really practices them. Dreamscrashandburn.
Goodnight moon. Goodnight cow, jumping over the moon.
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Start the Countdown
First off, RIP Levon Helm. The Band was great, his voice was great, and his drumming was unlike anyone else's. I've been listening to "The Night They Drove Old Dixie Down" on repeat for the last two days.
That started things off on a downer. Let's see if we can kick it up. Uhhhh.
Whiskey time. It's like Hammer Time, but with less dancing.
Tomorrow I start the countdown: 31 days til graduation. Well I just reported that, I just started the countdown. And why not start at 31 - it's just as arbitrary as 30 days. It's just less traditional. But you know what, I've agreed with little about law school so far, so why agree to a 30 day countdown? Come to think of it, I have an extra ticket to graduation. Want to come?
Do you think they let pandas come to graduation? Even if they have a ticket??
At graduation I'm thinking about dressing up as Waldo. But I think it might be too easy for everyone.
My allergies have been acting up recently. Yesterday I sneezed on a jogger. Sorry!
GMail forced its new format upon me. I don't like it. "Will doth protest too much, methinks." Fair.
So today I went to office hours with my Separation of Powers professor. I asked him a question about the constitutional test for removal provisions (I know, I know, stay with me here). There is a traditional test that has been around since the 1930's, which is the test I learned in both Con Law I and in Administrative Law. But there was a case in the 80's, Morrison v. Olson, that has a sort of contrary result and a different test. So I asked whether we should discuss both tests, which seemed reasonable to me since two classes in the past two years taught me the 1930's test as good law. My professor told me the Morrison test displaced the old ones and they are now clearly not the correct standard. Well really is that what the Supreme Court would say or is that just your opinion? I honestly can't tell. There is something unsettling about learning one way to do things in fundamental classes and then getting to an upper level class and learning that you might be totally wrong. It's sort of like when Matt Hope told me that gravity doesn't quite work as a theory. It's a little, well, mind-blowing. And not in the "Requiem for a Dream" way. I guess the answer is that for the final I go with what my professor says. And in real life, I will never get the opportunity to argue a constitutional removal issue, so I don't have to worry too much about it. There's the glass door of reality hitting you smack in the face as you try to charge on through.
That started things off on a downer. Let's see if we can kick it up. Uhhhh.
Whiskey time. It's like Hammer Time, but with less dancing.
Tomorrow I start the countdown: 31 days til graduation. Well I just reported that, I just started the countdown. And why not start at 31 - it's just as arbitrary as 30 days. It's just less traditional. But you know what, I've agreed with little about law school so far, so why agree to a 30 day countdown? Come to think of it, I have an extra ticket to graduation. Want to come?
Do you think they let pandas come to graduation? Even if they have a ticket??
At graduation I'm thinking about dressing up as Waldo. But I think it might be too easy for everyone.
My allergies have been acting up recently. Yesterday I sneezed on a jogger. Sorry!
GMail forced its new format upon me. I don't like it. "Will doth protest too much, methinks." Fair.
So today I went to office hours with my Separation of Powers professor. I asked him a question about the constitutional test for removal provisions (I know, I know, stay with me here). There is a traditional test that has been around since the 1930's, which is the test I learned in both Con Law I and in Administrative Law. But there was a case in the 80's, Morrison v. Olson, that has a sort of contrary result and a different test. So I asked whether we should discuss both tests, which seemed reasonable to me since two classes in the past two years taught me the 1930's test as good law. My professor told me the Morrison test displaced the old ones and they are now clearly not the correct standard. Well really is that what the Supreme Court would say or is that just your opinion? I honestly can't tell. There is something unsettling about learning one way to do things in fundamental classes and then getting to an upper level class and learning that you might be totally wrong. It's sort of like when Matt Hope told me that gravity doesn't quite work as a theory. It's a little, well, mind-blowing. And not in the "Requiem for a Dream" way. I guess the answer is that for the final I go with what my professor says. And in real life, I will never get the opportunity to argue a constitutional removal issue, so I don't have to worry too much about it. There's the glass door of reality hitting you smack in the face as you try to charge on through.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Anticlimax and the End of Classes
Law school classes and all school classes are now officially done. I'm happy, but it was anticlimactic. I was thinking about bringing in those things where you pull a string and it explodes with confetti to Trusts & Estates, but I didn't out of respect for the cleaning staff. Class just ended, then I left and ate lunch. No Alice Cooper blaring over the PA system. No congratulatory handshake from a man in a tuxedo and top hat who is also handing me a key to the city. Just a sandwich. Anticlimax. But still, I'm happy about it. After my last class, I went over a practice test for Separation of Powers with a classmate. I'm trying to hit the ground running for finals, but I feel pretty prepared and I have tons of time. So I guess I'm in a good place with that.
On some level I can't believe I made it through to the end of law school. I really contemplated calling it quits during first year in particular. But here I am. One paper and three finals to go.
What's that? Oh, my paper is finished. Just three finals to go. That's right, I made the necessary edits on my Antitrust paper. But I'm no fool; this time I'm going to sit on it and not hand it in until the end. Yes, last time I was being unnecessarily cranky about having to do extra work and it was a reflection I'm not proud of. But I'm also not proud that I ate so many Charleston Chews today. And they were delicious. My paper is gloriously done. And I feel pretty good about it. The professor is talking about workshopping it in the summer/fall into something that I will eventually publish to "make a name for myself in the field." That's a generous offer. We'll see how it goes. I'm pretty intimidated by the fact that he can make a few phone calls and have the principal lawyers for the that case I am writing about come talk to me. I'm worried they are just sucking up to my professor and will think my paper is...how do you say...terrible. I'd rather not have my bubble burst at the moment. I'm proud of my original research.
Overheard in DC: "Meet Anne. She is our gender conflict sociologist advanced researcher." What?! That is not an acceptable job title. It means nothing yet each individual part is a buzzword. Impressive in its own way, I admit, but not in the way it is supposed to be.
On some level I can't believe I made it through to the end of law school. I really contemplated calling it quits during first year in particular. But here I am. One paper and three finals to go.
What's that? Oh, my paper is finished. Just three finals to go. That's right, I made the necessary edits on my Antitrust paper. But I'm no fool; this time I'm going to sit on it and not hand it in until the end. Yes, last time I was being unnecessarily cranky about having to do extra work and it was a reflection I'm not proud of. But I'm also not proud that I ate so many Charleston Chews today. And they were delicious. My paper is gloriously done. And I feel pretty good about it. The professor is talking about workshopping it in the summer/fall into something that I will eventually publish to "make a name for myself in the field." That's a generous offer. We'll see how it goes. I'm pretty intimidated by the fact that he can make a few phone calls and have the principal lawyers for the that case I am writing about come talk to me. I'm worried they are just sucking up to my professor and will think my paper is...how do you say...terrible. I'd rather not have my bubble burst at the moment. I'm proud of my original research.
Overheard in DC: "Meet Anne. She is our gender conflict sociologist advanced researcher." What?! That is not an acceptable job title. It means nothing yet each individual part is a buzzword. Impressive in its own way, I admit, but not in the way it is supposed to be.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Last Classes
I have two law school classes left. As luck would have it they are both Trusts & Estates, the class that makes me into Mr. Happy Fun Time. But for another three hours I can deal with it. My last two classes of school. Ever. Am I nostalgic? Maybe a bit. But any nostalgia I have is currently overwhelmed by the excitement of being done.
It's sort of weird - I don't feel a ton of finals pressure. My first final is a week from Tuesday, so I still have plenty of time. I almost wish I could move up my finals and be done earlier. As it is, my end date is May 2nd. And it cannot come soon enough.
Last night was Barrister's Ball (Law Prom). Kerry and I went to the pregame at Reza's with a bunch of other people. But right as we arrived, a fire alarm went off on the first floor of Reza's building and the elevators were shut down. So we had to hike up nine floors of stairs in our fancy clothes (and some people in their heels) and back down again to head out. It was an amusing spectacle. Also amusing was playing beirut in a suit. I don't think I've ever done that before.
Barrister's itself was fun. It was a nice social capstone to law school. Good people lookin' good, if a bit intoxicated at times. I got to chat with people enough that I nearly lost my voice (oh, and I've been feeling a little sick too). Ok, I don't know how to express it in a narrative form/I'm lazy, so I'm going with a pro and con list.
Barrister's Pros:
Good people
Good drinks at the open bar
Nice venue
Two classes left. 3L's! (I didn't stay until the end, but I can only hope that they played Vitamin C's "Graduation" at the end. Or maybe "Piano Man."
Cons:
Long lines to get to the open bar (resulting in lots of double fisting)
For some reason I really wanted tequila - poor choice which I realized once I got it
Not so good DJ
Ah, so good times. The night ended, as every night should, with jumbo slice pizza in Dupont.
I'm trying to do Deep Thoughts (since I don't have Twitter). But my thoughts really aren't that deep most of the time. I'd say my average thought is along the lines of "Man, Dunkin Donuts coffee is delicious." But that doesn't have the required depth.
Oh, did I mention that my final reading assignment for law school is complete? Not that I'm gloating about this finishing thing.
Between my roommate and me, we managed to sort of explain the 2008 sub prime mortgage crisis. I felt smarter from the effort. I'm getting all cocky about it. But I'm certain I'm wrong somehow.
It's sort of weird - I don't feel a ton of finals pressure. My first final is a week from Tuesday, so I still have plenty of time. I almost wish I could move up my finals and be done earlier. As it is, my end date is May 2nd. And it cannot come soon enough.
Last night was Barrister's Ball (Law Prom). Kerry and I went to the pregame at Reza's with a bunch of other people. But right as we arrived, a fire alarm went off on the first floor of Reza's building and the elevators were shut down. So we had to hike up nine floors of stairs in our fancy clothes (and some people in their heels) and back down again to head out. It was an amusing spectacle. Also amusing was playing beirut in a suit. I don't think I've ever done that before.
Barrister's itself was fun. It was a nice social capstone to law school. Good people lookin' good, if a bit intoxicated at times. I got to chat with people enough that I nearly lost my voice (oh, and I've been feeling a little sick too). Ok, I don't know how to express it in a narrative form/I'm lazy, so I'm going with a pro and con list.
Barrister's Pros:
Good people
Good drinks at the open bar
Nice venue
Two classes left. 3L's! (I didn't stay until the end, but I can only hope that they played Vitamin C's "Graduation" at the end. Or maybe "Piano Man."
Cons:
Long lines to get to the open bar (resulting in lots of double fisting)
For some reason I really wanted tequila - poor choice which I realized once I got it
Not so good DJ
Ah, so good times. The night ended, as every night should, with jumbo slice pizza in Dupont.
I'm trying to do Deep Thoughts (since I don't have Twitter). But my thoughts really aren't that deep most of the time. I'd say my average thought is along the lines of "Man, Dunkin Donuts coffee is delicious." But that doesn't have the required depth.
Oh, did I mention that my final reading assignment for law school is complete? Not that I'm gloating about this finishing thing.
Between my roommate and me, we managed to sort of explain the 2008 sub prime mortgage crisis. I felt smarter from the effort. I'm getting all cocky about it. But I'm certain I'm wrong somehow.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Diligent Guys Finish Last
Right, I have something to complain about that is caddy and quite frankly does not represent my best qualities. That's exactly why I created this blog. Thanks, blog. So here it is. My Antitrust professor announced a few weeks ago that he would like to see drafts of our papers to give us feedback before the final draft was handed in. I worked diligently and got a draft to him early - last week. Today in class my professor thanks the three of us who handed in drafts, schedules meetings with us for tomorrow to give us feedback, and tells everyone the due date for the papers. Sounds to me like the people who didn't hand in drafts just hand in the final. The people who did hand in drafts have to do more work revising them. So by working diligently, I get more work to do. And I can't exactly say this to him because the response is "So your paper will be better." Yes, it might be. But I also have to do much more work on it than anyone else. And honestly my priority right now is getting all of my law school work done. As quickly as possible. We'll see what the feedback is tomorrow and how much revising he expects me to do. But right now my reaction is: Damn. It.
Moving on to complaining about Trusts and Estates, a now-weekly segment. Yesterday, we spent an hour and a half learning about fiduciary duties. Or re-learning. Or re-re-learning, as it were. Since I've already learned about fiduciary duties in at least two classes that I can think of. So basically this was nothing but a gigantic waste of my time. I really must thank my previous professors for teaching my trusts and estates. Full of rage.
I spent the weekend in Boston for Passover. Seder at our house included nine delicious bottles of Veuve Clicquot. Seder at my cousin's house included nine crazy relatives. It was a mixed bag.
Finals pressure is beginning. Even though little is on the line, I'm beginning to stress out and feel pressure. I have rarely wanted something to be done as much as I do law school. I might have a "Suck it, law school" themed graduation party. You can come.
Goodbye, Rick Santorum. It's been real. My presidential race prediction: there will be a serious lack of sweater-vests on the campaign trail. Another prediction: Mitt Romney will say something disingenuous.
Facebook has been threatening to give me a "timeline" for a while now. And gmail has been telling me it will update its look soon. But I like my profile and my current "look." You can take them when you pry them from Charleton Heston's cold dead hands! Ew, that's actually a creepy reference. Though appropriate for Passover.
Moving on to complaining about Trusts and Estates, a now-weekly segment. Yesterday, we spent an hour and a half learning about fiduciary duties. Or re-learning. Or re-re-learning, as it were. Since I've already learned about fiduciary duties in at least two classes that I can think of. So basically this was nothing but a gigantic waste of my time. I really must thank my previous professors for teaching my trusts and estates. Full of rage.
I spent the weekend in Boston for Passover. Seder at our house included nine delicious bottles of Veuve Clicquot. Seder at my cousin's house included nine crazy relatives. It was a mixed bag.
Finals pressure is beginning. Even though little is on the line, I'm beginning to stress out and feel pressure. I have rarely wanted something to be done as much as I do law school. I might have a "Suck it, law school" themed graduation party. You can come.
Goodbye, Rick Santorum. It's been real. My presidential race prediction: there will be a serious lack of sweater-vests on the campaign trail. Another prediction: Mitt Romney will say something disingenuous.
Facebook has been threatening to give me a "timeline" for a while now. And gmail has been telling me it will update its look soon. But I like my profile and my current "look." You can take them when you pry them from Charleton Heston's cold dead hands! Ew, that's actually a creepy reference. Though appropriate for Passover.
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Gold Card
Today I purchased enough beverages on my Starbucks Card to qualify for a Gold Card. I am awesome. I don't find it problematic at all that I've purchased 30 drinks at Starbucks over the past two and a half months. I'm really saving money since all my extras like syrup and soy are free. And every 15 drinks I buy, I get a free one. Things are fine. "Denial ain't just a river in Egypt." You can't even be addicted to caffeine. It's just psychological. And required among law students.
I finally filed by state taxes. It's a lot more gratifying than it really should be. Now all the administrative work I have to do is filing my bar application. Great. Who wants to write me a recommendation? As far as I can tell the only qualification is that you cannot be a family member. And you can't lie about my criminal record. So you can't say I have one. I would also prefer it is you overlooked some of my indiscretions like anything mentioned on this blog. It's likely only a matter of time until you have to disclose all blogs and social networking sites you operate to the board of bar examiners.
How do you become a member of the board of bar examiners? Do you get paid for that? Seems like an easy job, if a bit sadistic.
My Antitrust professor will now get to review to possible train wreck that is my paper. On the flip side, it could be pretty good. I'm not sure, so I guess that I'm happy to get preliminary feedback on it. It has math in it and an appendix containing graphs and charts! This is some high school stuff, in the way that it is stuff I haven't done since high school. Now I am preparing to be disappointed when I get a comment saying "This is high school-level legal reasoning." Hrm. Upon consideration, that is the comment I would give to my Trust & Estates professor about his class. Can't wait until course evaluation time!
I don't get Google+. Can someone explain why I need one?
You know how homosexuals aren't a protected class? Well I clearly think it is ridiculous. I think that we should give protections to any class that Hitler persecuted. If Hitler hated them, they are doing something right. That's how we should determine things.
The more law school I get through, the angrier I get when I listen to non-lawyers talk about legal issues as if they are totally assured of what they are saying. Most recently prompted by a discussion about Supreme Court justices recusing themselves about the health care case.
Taking Tax was really helpful. I can tell people that lottery winnings are definitely not taxed at a different rate than income from your job. That's just false. It's all income (and then there's capital gains, but let's not get into it). Look at the tax brackets; nothing is taxed even close to 50%
I finally filed by state taxes. It's a lot more gratifying than it really should be. Now all the administrative work I have to do is filing my bar application. Great. Who wants to write me a recommendation? As far as I can tell the only qualification is that you cannot be a family member. And you can't lie about my criminal record. So you can't say I have one. I would also prefer it is you overlooked some of my indiscretions like anything mentioned on this blog. It's likely only a matter of time until you have to disclose all blogs and social networking sites you operate to the board of bar examiners.
How do you become a member of the board of bar examiners? Do you get paid for that? Seems like an easy job, if a bit sadistic.
My Antitrust professor will now get to review to possible train wreck that is my paper. On the flip side, it could be pretty good. I'm not sure, so I guess that I'm happy to get preliminary feedback on it. It has math in it and an appendix containing graphs and charts! This is some high school stuff, in the way that it is stuff I haven't done since high school. Now I am preparing to be disappointed when I get a comment saying "This is high school-level legal reasoning." Hrm. Upon consideration, that is the comment I would give to my Trust & Estates professor about his class. Can't wait until course evaluation time!
I don't get Google+. Can someone explain why I need one?
You know how homosexuals aren't a protected class? Well I clearly think it is ridiculous. I think that we should give protections to any class that Hitler persecuted. If Hitler hated them, they are doing something right. That's how we should determine things.
The more law school I get through, the angrier I get when I listen to non-lawyers talk about legal issues as if they are totally assured of what they are saying. Most recently prompted by a discussion about Supreme Court justices recusing themselves about the health care case.
Taking Tax was really helpful. I can tell people that lottery winnings are definitely not taxed at a different rate than income from your job. That's just false. It's all income (and then there's capital gains, but let's not get into it). Look at the tax brackets; nothing is taxed even close to 50%
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Russian House Music
Well, I don't know how to say this but...I'm pregnant. . . . . . . April Fools! Oh haha, I bet you were freaking out. What a hilarious joke. Sadly that was my first and only prank this April Fools Day - if you can call that a prank (some would say it's a cry for help). My roommate has been away for a few days as a Mock Trial tournament in Chicago. I was considering covering one of his walls with mirrors. I thought it would be funny, but other people disagreed. So I nixed it. April Fools Day seems to be a dying art.
I spent most of this weekend being academically-minded. My goal was to get a very rough draft of my Antitrust paper done by the end of the weekend. I succeeded. Huzzah! I also have to go back and make sure anything I said makes sense but that is Future Will's problem.
Saturday I accompanied Ron and his team to see the Jessup final round. In a classic Cold War match up, we had Moscow versus Columbia (university, not country). Just like the Cold War, Moscow won (wait, what?) but best oralist went to Columbia. It was good to see the top two teams, to see what makes great oral advocacy. This could not have been more in contrast to the 1L moot court competition I had to judge this afternoon. Actually the 1Ls I saw were surprisingly good. I was going to play the role of Justice Thomas (" ") or be a jerk, but I ended up being a benevolent judge. It's good resume building for being a benevolent dictator of a small island nation, preferably.
DC needs to get good non-gourmet pizza. Good take-out pizza.
So generally at the internal moot court competitions, they serve the judges a nice lunch. Usually sandwiches from Corner Bakery with some coffee, Diet Coke, and cookies. I had just run and I was excited to scoop some turkey avocado. Instead there was Sprite and pizza. Bad pizza. Cardboard pizza. Tiny little flat slices so greasy they stuck to the box pizza. What the hell is that?
Later today, I went to Damien's to begin the new season of "Game of Thrones." I was pumped because not only was the show starting back up, they were going to have a bar-b-q. They did not. They ordered pizza. Not quite as gross, but still bad pizza. I'd give it a 3. (Dear pizza company, pizza traditionally comes with more than a hint of cheese. It's not like Hint of Lime Tostitos.) What I'm saying is that DC needs to clean up its act and get some pizza that doesn't require you to be hammered at 1 am to taste good.
At the behest of Ron and his teammates, Friday night I went to Russia House. This time I actually remember it clearly. It still has huge Russian guys in black just standing there. "You need to move drink." "Yessir. I will move my drink." I've never felt so simultaneously safe and unsafe. The entire thing makes you wonder if it's a front. But I felt right at home because they were playing "The Patriot" on the tv. Talk about a mismatch. Really Russia House has hilarious Eurotrash. And Russian house music grows on you after a while. I'm not proud to admit it, but it's true.
I spent most of this weekend being academically-minded. My goal was to get a very rough draft of my Antitrust paper done by the end of the weekend. I succeeded. Huzzah! I also have to go back and make sure anything I said makes sense but that is Future Will's problem.
Saturday I accompanied Ron and his team to see the Jessup final round. In a classic Cold War match up, we had Moscow versus Columbia (university, not country). Just like the Cold War, Moscow won (wait, what?) but best oralist went to Columbia. It was good to see the top two teams, to see what makes great oral advocacy. This could not have been more in contrast to the 1L moot court competition I had to judge this afternoon. Actually the 1Ls I saw were surprisingly good. I was going to play the role of Justice Thomas (" ") or be a jerk, but I ended up being a benevolent judge. It's good resume building for being a benevolent dictator of a small island nation, preferably.
DC needs to get good non-gourmet pizza. Good take-out pizza.
So generally at the internal moot court competitions, they serve the judges a nice lunch. Usually sandwiches from Corner Bakery with some coffee, Diet Coke, and cookies. I had just run and I was excited to scoop some turkey avocado. Instead there was Sprite and pizza. Bad pizza. Cardboard pizza. Tiny little flat slices so greasy they stuck to the box pizza. What the hell is that?
Later today, I went to Damien's to begin the new season of "Game of Thrones." I was pumped because not only was the show starting back up, they were going to have a bar-b-q. They did not. They ordered pizza. Not quite as gross, but still bad pizza. I'd give it a 3. (Dear pizza company, pizza traditionally comes with more than a hint of cheese. It's not like Hint of Lime Tostitos.) What I'm saying is that DC needs to clean up its act and get some pizza that doesn't require you to be hammered at 1 am to taste good.
At the behest of Ron and his teammates, Friday night I went to Russia House. This time I actually remember it clearly. It still has huge Russian guys in black just standing there. "You need to move drink." "Yessir. I will move my drink." I've never felt so simultaneously safe and unsafe. The entire thing makes you wonder if it's a front. But I felt right at home because they were playing "The Patriot" on the tv. Talk about a mismatch. Really Russia House has hilarious Eurotrash. And Russian house music grows on you after a while. I'm not proud to admit it, but it's true.
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