My hometown is sort of boring. At times, there can be nothing interesting to do. For example, the burrito store was open while the liquor store was closed. Who does that? I was lulled into a false sense of boredom, so Monday night I decided to go to the (only) local bar. Huge mistake since I had no desire to run into acquaintances from high school. I went with Ron and eventually met up with Ryan and Morgan. But in the process, I made awkward eye contact with a few people who had been happily forgotten since high school. Like Becca with the trashy clothes. And what's-her-name with the name that escapes memory. Luckily no conversation was initiated, but it was awkward enough.
It got me prepared a bit for my 10 year high school reunion. (I skipped the 5 year and apparently missed a girl fight.) I think I'll be "successful" at my 10 year reunion. If all goes according to plan and I don't fail out this semester, I'll be a lawyer. And I will have moved out of my hometown. That makes me successful. What else can you hope for at a high school reunion? It seems like the point is to show off how awesome you are now so everyone who didn't like you can reflect on how wrong they were and how much of a jerk that makes them. High school reunions are a big F-U opportunity, or am I missing something? I guess there is the possibility of reigniting long-lost friendship. But given my high school, that seems unlikely.
Speaking of high school people - last night was the traditional elementary school reunion that occurs each year for Rebecca's birthday. Every year Rebecca, Vanessa, Jessica, and I go out to dinner and drinks in Boston to celebrate Rebecca's birthday. We have known each other since kindergarten - except Vanessa who arrived in 2nd grade. Rebecca was one of two people in my elementary school class who was younger than me. Sucka.
We went to a Chinese hot pot restaurant in (shockingly) Chinatown and for drinks at a bar called Scholars. It was all well and good. Two med students, a law student, and a soon to be business student. Pushed to succeed much?
I just heard a commercial that began "Attention women with a muffin top." It was about weight loss - but I don't think it's the most delicate method of reaching the target audience.
"Attention people who love muffin tops. Come to Will's Bakery." Much better.
I just found some of my old Star Wars action figures in my closet. I seriously considered bringing them back down to DC. Maybe just Han Solo and Darth Vader...and the X-Wing? That would look cool in my apartment...no?
Showing posts with label high school. Show all posts
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Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Friday, February 26, 2010
Brief Update (You Didn't Know, But That Was A Pun on Case Briefs-I Suck)
Journal competition has started. I only spent a few hours on it today. Off to a good, highly-motivated start. Of course my Contracts reading suffered from this. But I did my Property reading. Equitable servitudes and real covenants, sounds sexy right? Real covenants? Not fake covenants, what's that about? I think they are fake covenants though. The real covenant is with the Big Man in the Sky.
Also, it occurs to me that journal competition is quite reminiscent of DBQ's (document-based question) from when I took the AP U.S. History exam in junior year of high school. What a throwback. You get a bunch of documents and you have to use them to write an essay. More proof that law school = high school!
Today in the middle of Property the professor started talking about an ice cream store and I decided I wanted nachos for lunch. I needed nachos for lunch. I had a flash of how some corn chips laden with warm melted cheese would taste and I knew there was no alternative. Within two minutes of class ending I found six other people to join me at a restaurant a block away from the law school that has excellent nachos. Of the seven people there four of us got nachos. I finished mine first. And I was so damn happy. I ended those nachos. I went General Sherman on those nachos.
Sharp response of the day:
Me: How do you know I'm not conservative?
Stephanie: Because you've said more than "hello" to me.
Also, it occurs to me that journal competition is quite reminiscent of DBQ's (document-based question) from when I took the AP U.S. History exam in junior year of high school. What a throwback. You get a bunch of documents and you have to use them to write an essay. More proof that law school = high school!
Today in the middle of Property the professor started talking about an ice cream store and I decided I wanted nachos for lunch. I needed nachos for lunch. I had a flash of how some corn chips laden with warm melted cheese would taste and I knew there was no alternative. Within two minutes of class ending I found six other people to join me at a restaurant a block away from the law school that has excellent nachos. Of the seven people there four of us got nachos. I finished mine first. And I was so damn happy. I ended those nachos. I went General Sherman on those nachos.
Sharp response of the day:
Me: How do you know I'm not conservative?
Stephanie: Because you've said more than "hello" to me.
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.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
School's In
The first day of law school came and went. Which is good, because that's how days are supposed to go. If it went without ever coming then we would have a problem. I'm particularly happy about the day leaving. Because it was not the best day that ever happened. Nothing was specifically wrong with it per se, but I am not exactly having the easiest time settling into school, life in DC, not having all my friends here, etc. But that's alright, hopefully it will get better. If it doesn't then I will have to change this blog's title to Will's drop-out Law Blog, which isn't as catchy.
Law school is an awful lot like high school I can't help but notice. There are a bunch of similarities. One is that we have lockers. Luckily the 2L and 3L's aren't at school yet, so they can't shove me into the lockers until someone hears my cries for help. Another reason that probably won't happen is that the lockers could not possibly fit the volume of my body. I am far too big. I think these lockers could barely house a squirrel. Another reason law school is high school is that we have a zillion (read: 5) classes, sometimes half a zillion (read: 4) a day. Who does that? We also have the same people in every class. And homework for every class every night that you pretty much have to do. I feel like I'm regressing. Particularly because it takes me about an hour to do a 15 page homework assignment. But at least that's because it usually requires briefing cases and complex legal ideas, not because I'm an extraordinarily slow reader.
In true high school fashion, I present a math problem that is totally useless:
Law School = High School - (Jocks + Preps + Other Cliques) + (Vocational Training - Shop Class) + [(Paying attention in class) x (Teachers liking you)] - Gym.
Here's a thing that sucks: the school automatically takes an additional $50 from your tuition as a voluntary library fee and you have to specifically request that they not do it. That's not ok. They are relying on my laziness or lack of reading comprehension to take my $50 away from me. A fool and his money are soon parted. But I'm not a fool, at least not about this. This is a ridiculous policy. It's like if I come to your house and take smuggle out a trophy from your youth, like your security blanket, but I leave an unsigned note on your nightstand telling you I've done so and that I'll be happy to give it back to you pending your arrival at my front door. It's more than a little inconvenient to find out who I'm supposed to talk to, where financial aid is, wait in line, and present the letter showing your attempt to rip me off. The things I do for $50. But you would too...if you noticed they took it.
Law school is an awful lot like high school I can't help but notice. There are a bunch of similarities. One is that we have lockers. Luckily the 2L and 3L's aren't at school yet, so they can't shove me into the lockers until someone hears my cries for help. Another reason that probably won't happen is that the lockers could not possibly fit the volume of my body. I am far too big. I think these lockers could barely house a squirrel. Another reason law school is high school is that we have a zillion (read: 5) classes, sometimes half a zillion (read: 4) a day. Who does that? We also have the same people in every class. And homework for every class every night that you pretty much have to do. I feel like I'm regressing. Particularly because it takes me about an hour to do a 15 page homework assignment. But at least that's because it usually requires briefing cases and complex legal ideas, not because I'm an extraordinarily slow reader.
In true high school fashion, I present a math problem that is totally useless:
Law School = High School - (Jocks + Preps + Other Cliques) + (Vocational Training - Shop Class) + [(Paying attention in class) x (Teachers liking you)] - Gym.
Here's a thing that sucks: the school automatically takes an additional $50 from your tuition as a voluntary library fee and you have to specifically request that they not do it. That's not ok. They are relying on my laziness or lack of reading comprehension to take my $50 away from me. A fool and his money are soon parted. But I'm not a fool, at least not about this. This is a ridiculous policy. It's like if I come to your house and take smuggle out a trophy from your youth, like your security blanket, but I leave an unsigned note on your nightstand telling you I've done so and that I'll be happy to give it back to you pending your arrival at my front door. It's more than a little inconvenient to find out who I'm supposed to talk to, where financial aid is, wait in line, and present the letter showing your attempt to rip me off. The things I do for $50. But you would too...if you noticed they took it.
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