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The low down on my classes this semester. The scoop. The quick and dirty.
Separation of Powers - perhaps the first and only class in law school that I actually enjoy. I like the reading and the discussion. I like sitting through class. What's wrong with me? I feel like my heart grew three sizes today, as the law school grinch. But really, what a fun, interesting class with a great professor, my old Civ Pro prof.
Computer Crime - semi-interesting, rapidly-evolving area of law. The professor is entertaining and showed us a scene from "War Games" already. It should be fine. But soon I'll be scolding you (one person in particular) for stealing facebook passwords. Fun fact: my professor defended the "MySpace Killer."
Antitrust Seminar - the first class was just obnoxious name dropping. The second class was much better. Mostly I am amused by how much antitrust knowledge the professor thinks we have, but we totally don't know/remember any of it.
Trust and Estates - I may kill myself out of sheer boredom.
Using CVS Extrabucks (I spend waaaaay too much money at CVS for some reason), I bought fancy hair conditioner. As in something that cost more than $2.09. So far I am afraid to use it. It's like razor blades - why so expensive? But I hope it gives my hair extra shine and bounce. Is that Mitt Romney's secret?
White Collar addiction: activate.
Now I want to learn to how to pick locks. It just seems so cool and useful. I promise I'm not considering becoming a professional art thief after law school. Pinky swear it.
I may soon be royalty. I am purchasing my friend's queen bed because she is moving in with her boyfriend. I'm considering getting sheets with pictures of Freddy Mercury on them.
Showing posts with label civ pro. Show all posts
Showing posts with label civ pro. Show all posts
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Tuesday, April 13, 2010
I Know I Swore Off Starbursts - Starting Tomorrow
If basketballs were Starburst wrappers and hoops were my trashcan and the three-point line were at my desk chair, then I would be eligible for a multi-million dollar contract.
Today in Civil Procedure a classmate of mine, Tommy, came in dressed as my professor with silver hair and everything. As my professor walked down one aisle, Tommy mirrored him walking down the other one. Tommy set up behind the podium and started lecturing as my professor took a seat in the front row. He has the mannerisms down, the doctrine of issue preclusion memorized, and he started cold-calling for the case "In re: Silver Fox" (my professor has been referred to as "The Silver Fox" behind his back by years of adoring female students). Tommy even starting ranting about a particular case that my professor hates, and gave us a stylized motivational speech. My professor just sat there and laughed the entire time - he's got a good sense of humor thankfully. Of course this performance made concentrating very difficult for the rest of class, for my professor as well.
I lost half an hour due to Texts From Last Night in the midst of cleaning up my Property outline.
There was some crazy food and drink event in the law school quad today. They had all kinds of moon-bounce-esk activities including an actual moon bounce, and things with less formal names (boxing with huge, heavy gloves in an inflatable ring, standing on a platform and hitting your opponent with a stick, an inflatable obstacle course, and something which involved being tied together by harnesses and needing to get balls into opposite baskets). That's what all of us here in law school find super amusing, apparently. I know I did. I ate two burgers, some pasta, and a fudgcicle, and then challenged Reza to boxing, stick fighting, and basket-scoring. I think its safe to say I won all three. I'm not gloating though, I do have about 45 pounds on him. It was all fun and games...until I felt like absolute crap because I ate so much. I should have waited 30 minutes before I jumped in the proverbial pool. Ugh. It took the next hour of watching other people compete in fierce, inflatable combat before my stomach stopped hurting.
Today in Civil Procedure a classmate of mine, Tommy, came in dressed as my professor with silver hair and everything. As my professor walked down one aisle, Tommy mirrored him walking down the other one. Tommy set up behind the podium and started lecturing as my professor took a seat in the front row. He has the mannerisms down, the doctrine of issue preclusion memorized, and he started cold-calling for the case "In re: Silver Fox" (my professor has been referred to as "The Silver Fox" behind his back by years of adoring female students). Tommy even starting ranting about a particular case that my professor hates, and gave us a stylized motivational speech. My professor just sat there and laughed the entire time - he's got a good sense of humor thankfully. Of course this performance made concentrating very difficult for the rest of class, for my professor as well.
I lost half an hour due to Texts From Last Night in the midst of cleaning up my Property outline.
There was some crazy food and drink event in the law school quad today. They had all kinds of moon-bounce-esk activities including an actual moon bounce, and things with less formal names (boxing with huge, heavy gloves in an inflatable ring, standing on a platform and hitting your opponent with a stick, an inflatable obstacle course, and something which involved being tied together by harnesses and needing to get balls into opposite baskets). That's what all of us here in law school find super amusing, apparently. I know I did. I ate two burgers, some pasta, and a fudgcicle, and then challenged Reza to boxing, stick fighting, and basket-scoring. I think its safe to say I won all three. I'm not gloating though, I do have about 45 pounds on him. It was all fun and games...until I felt like absolute crap because I ate so much. I should have waited 30 minutes before I jumped in the proverbial pool. Ugh. It took the next hour of watching other people compete in fierce, inflatable combat before my stomach stopped hurting.
Sunday, April 11, 2010
Can Something Be "Somewhat Tautological"?
"I want to update my blog," I thought to myself, "but I don't know what to say. This wasn't much of an epic weekend. I finished two outlines and procrastinated for the most part. Hrmmm." I popped another Starburst in my mouth, checked my fantasy baseball team, then unwrapped another Starburst. "Pink. Score!" Wait a minute. Why am I just sitting here eating candy? This is not what I should be doing. At the very least I should be here not eating candy. New goal: stop eating like absolute crap. I realized that if I stop snacking on really unhealthy food (example: Starbursts) and stop drinking, I'd probably be in much better shape. So I'm going to try that on for size. And see if I go down in size. Not that I really need to, it's just a challenge. Things like the powdered dough product I got today from Starbucks, the cinnamon bun I bought from a bake sale on Friday, and the milkshake I got from Johnny Rockets on Thursday could all easily be cut out of my diet with a little will power. Luckily all my power is Will power. Bring it on! Thought that milk shake was delicious and I regret nothing about it.
Friday night I was leaving Stephanie's room. She says "Get home safe." It's a block and a half walk in a safe area, so I jokingly said "Who knows, maybe I'll get stabbed by a homeless man." Then on the way home I was approached by a gentleman who was clearly intoxicated. "Oh crap," I thought. In drunken English he asked me which way the metro was. I pointed him in the right direction. He thanked me vigorously and as a symbol of his gratitude gave me a magnanimous handshake. I was creeped out. I shook his hand, but I really didn't want to. He went to say something else to me, but I walked away. I really didn't want to get stabbed.
Then, Sunday afternoon as I was walking around Dupont with RKG, I made the mistake of catching the eye of one of those guys who doesn't quite look homeless but still wanders around talking to himself angrily using mostly profanity. He looked me right in the eye and started swearing. Thanks guy. There are so many of those people in DC. I like to think that they are all disgruntled former congressional staffers, but I'm probably wrong. It's probably only most of them - not all.
I think this is the only city where when you say "I'm going to the mall" someone needs to ask "shopping or national?"
The professor who wrote my hornbook for Civil Procedure must have been incredibly drunk when he wrote the chapter on the Erie Doctrine. It doesn't matter what that is if you don't know. The chapter literally starts with a 'personal fantasy' which is meant to illustrate Glannon's (the author) fear of explaining Erie. This fantasy includes an archangel coming down to him while he was in Civil Procedure and motivating him to run away to work in a nursery watering plants. What?? Just tell me what I need to know, nutjob. The rest of the book is really helpful, but this chapter just makes no sense.
Of course I mentioned this to Shaked, who has not seen the book, and she explained to me (courtesy of her professor telling her class a story) that Glannon really didn't want to write the chapter on Erie and this was his way of coping. It is absolutely ridiculous that this chapter is infamous enough for Shaked to know what I was talking about. Thus, I think Glannon was drinking heavily.
Friday night I was leaving Stephanie's room. She says "Get home safe." It's a block and a half walk in a safe area, so I jokingly said "Who knows, maybe I'll get stabbed by a homeless man." Then on the way home I was approached by a gentleman who was clearly intoxicated. "Oh crap," I thought. In drunken English he asked me which way the metro was. I pointed him in the right direction. He thanked me vigorously and as a symbol of his gratitude gave me a magnanimous handshake. I was creeped out. I shook his hand, but I really didn't want to. He went to say something else to me, but I walked away. I really didn't want to get stabbed.
Then, Sunday afternoon as I was walking around Dupont with RKG, I made the mistake of catching the eye of one of those guys who doesn't quite look homeless but still wanders around talking to himself angrily using mostly profanity. He looked me right in the eye and started swearing. Thanks guy. There are so many of those people in DC. I like to think that they are all disgruntled former congressional staffers, but I'm probably wrong. It's probably only most of them - not all.
I think this is the only city where when you say "I'm going to the mall" someone needs to ask "shopping or national?"
The professor who wrote my hornbook for Civil Procedure must have been incredibly drunk when he wrote the chapter on the Erie Doctrine. It doesn't matter what that is if you don't know. The chapter literally starts with a 'personal fantasy' which is meant to illustrate Glannon's (the author) fear of explaining Erie. This fantasy includes an archangel coming down to him while he was in Civil Procedure and motivating him to run away to work in a nursery watering plants. What?? Just tell me what I need to know, nutjob. The rest of the book is really helpful, but this chapter just makes no sense.
Of course I mentioned this to Shaked, who has not seen the book, and she explained to me (courtesy of her professor telling her class a story) that Glannon really didn't want to write the chapter on Erie and this was his way of coping. It is absolutely ridiculous that this chapter is infamous enough for Shaked to know what I was talking about. Thus, I think Glannon was drinking heavily.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Fire Alarming
Busy week so far. Lots of reading. Lots of wasting time in a 2 hour session on negotiations that my entire section had today in lieu of one LRW class this week. Why? I don't know. (He's on third.) It was actually pretty interesting. I learned that...uhhhh it's better to be cooperative when you negotiate than just being purely confrontational. Or so statistics would tell you. What the statistics won't tell you is that dinosaurs who threaten to bite the other negotiator's head off are far more successful than most cooperative negotiators.
Today was a day where a lot of people asked me annoying questions. The hallmark of all these annoying questions was that the questioner could easily have found out the answer himself, but, rather than take the minimal effort to do so, opted to ask me instead. It's not that my time is so valuable that I can't help out a classmate. It's that I am irritable enough that I don't feel like helping out 5 lazy classmates. Actual interaction from today--> "Will, when is the deadline to submit this form for the journal competition?" "Look right here at your computer screen at the webpage you have pulled up right now. It tells you the answer right there in big, bold letters." He was literally looking at the answer, and rather than process the information it was easier to ask me. Normally I wouldn't mind, but that was the 4th similar type of question of the day. Let's get rolling people. Get that brain working, processing information and retaining it. We are in law school, let's use some research skills, maybe some critical thinking.
Yesterday during Civ Pro my professor literally opened his mouth to say "Good afternoon" and begin class when the fire alarm went off. Bells starting ringing, lights started flashing, and my professor looked more pissed than I've ever seen him. More pissed than when racist kid advocated racism. Fire drill = more proof that law school is high school. We got to stand outside in the drizzle for fifteen minutes talking about Boggle and singing song parodies about the fire drill (me: "Somebody call 9-1-1, shorty fire burning at the law school" - creative I know). We then had the remaining 40 minutes of class where my professor raced through explaining the Seventh Amendment and how it's reliance on common law as of 1791 is a pretty dumb idea, but nonetheless the law. Really though, fun fact, you only have the right to a jury trial in a civil case if you would have had a jury in 1791. But what about all the new laws and new causes of action that have been established since then, you ask? Good question. But don't worry, the Supreme Court is on it. You just sort through all the causes of action that existed in 1791 and find the one that most closely parallels the modern one and if there was a jury in that cause of action, then you get one now. Could that every be problematic and lead to legitimate, well-founded differences of opinion even between the 9 foremost lawyers in the entire country? You bet it could. Yay Seventh Amendment.
I mentioned Boggle before - I am all about Boggle now. I've been playing with Reza and a few other people. Seriously, what a quality game. You could say it boggles the mind how good it is. Ok, I deserve to be dropped out of a second story window for that one. But the window has to be open already - I don't deserve shards of glass.
Today was a day where a lot of people asked me annoying questions. The hallmark of all these annoying questions was that the questioner could easily have found out the answer himself, but, rather than take the minimal effort to do so, opted to ask me instead. It's not that my time is so valuable that I can't help out a classmate. It's that I am irritable enough that I don't feel like helping out 5 lazy classmates. Actual interaction from today--> "Will, when is the deadline to submit this form for the journal competition?" "Look right here at your computer screen at the webpage you have pulled up right now. It tells you the answer right there in big, bold letters." He was literally looking at the answer, and rather than process the information it was easier to ask me. Normally I wouldn't mind, but that was the 4th similar type of question of the day. Let's get rolling people. Get that brain working, processing information and retaining it. We are in law school, let's use some research skills, maybe some critical thinking.
Yesterday during Civ Pro my professor literally opened his mouth to say "Good afternoon" and begin class when the fire alarm went off. Bells starting ringing, lights started flashing, and my professor looked more pissed than I've ever seen him. More pissed than when racist kid advocated racism. Fire drill = more proof that law school is high school. We got to stand outside in the drizzle for fifteen minutes talking about Boggle and singing song parodies about the fire drill (me: "Somebody call 9-1-1, shorty fire burning at the law school" - creative I know). We then had the remaining 40 minutes of class where my professor raced through explaining the Seventh Amendment and how it's reliance on common law as of 1791 is a pretty dumb idea, but nonetheless the law. Really though, fun fact, you only have the right to a jury trial in a civil case if you would have had a jury in 1791. But what about all the new laws and new causes of action that have been established since then, you ask? Good question. But don't worry, the Supreme Court is on it. You just sort through all the causes of action that existed in 1791 and find the one that most closely parallels the modern one and if there was a jury in that cause of action, then you get one now. Could that every be problematic and lead to legitimate, well-founded differences of opinion even between the 9 foremost lawyers in the entire country? You bet it could. Yay Seventh Amendment.
I mentioned Boggle before - I am all about Boggle now. I've been playing with Reza and a few other people. Seriously, what a quality game. You could say it boggles the mind how good it is. Ok, I deserve to be dropped out of a second story window for that one. But the window has to be open already - I don't deserve shards of glass.
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