There Will Be No Arguments Heard: Lawyers Can’t Count

Hey, CDO:

Thanks, I do appreciate all the hard work and consideration that you’re going to put into my job search and career path.  Really, I do.  And the 3 hour seminar?  A lot of that info I could have got in a simple worksheet, but OK, maybe I would not have paid attention to that worksheet… that is very probable.  But, if you’re gonna make a class-wide seminar mandatory, you should be able to figure out that the 500+ class is not going to fit in the room with 200 seats, or even the two rooms with 200 seats, or even the two rooms with 200 seats and the third room with about 75 seats.

C’mon.  Really?  Do the math.  Next week, we’ll tackle the intimidating subject of finger painting.

In all honesty, though, thanks for the effort.  You guys are important and you do a great job.

- 1L

PS: You do get points for what I consider proper use of PowerPoint.

Out-Stew-Line-Ing

A wonderful Saturday around the District.  Woke up kinda early, got over to the Eastern Market, enjoyed a crepe (banana and pecans, could have used some strawberries, I think) and a coffee.  I love the Eastern Market, there are feew places I’d rather waste a weekend morning.  Hoped I’d find a new winter hat in the flea market, but failed.  I did find some awesome pickles, plus everything I needed for the stew that is slow-cooking in my kitchen right now, so don’t think the trip was even close to a bust.  The surprise fun came in running into a classmate, one I didn’t know too well but won’t forget now.

Upon return I spent some time doing things I often forget to do in the hurry of law school: clean my apartment, do my laundry, and simply relax.  The arrival of two disks of “Dexter” helped with the relaxation.  Plus the stewing.

I’m enjoying outlining.  The big white board I got makes the exercise more interactive than just typing something up, and more importantly, lets me spot links between subjects much more easily.  This will likely be a big element of my Contracts exam, and I’m glad to see how something like Promissory Estoppel weaves its ridiculous theory through everything we covered before I knew how to spell “estoppel.”  The big white board acts as a map, though it isn’t big enough for all the topics, so I’m taking a board-full at a time, then typing up a worksheet.  My smaller board lists questions I want to ask when I approach an exam, plus some issues I want to get back to and review throroughly.  We’ll see how this all works.  At the very least, I feel like House.

I can’t wait to get into that stew.  It’s gonna be great.  Less great: the Blue took a tumble to the Red today in the 131st matchup.  Grumble grumble.

So Be Cool

Under the Pinkerton Doctrine, will the Blue Album be held liable for the crimes of Make Believe?

Guess What?

Something happened last night.  We elected a new president.  I could go on and on about the history of the moment, but other, better writers can handle that beat.

My story?  It’ll be a night I’ll remember, thats for sure.  Starting with some new friends and a few drinks, we’d head to the White House when Obama had a little over 200 electoral votes going for him.  Getting the the Presidential Mansion, the crowds we expected… weren’t there.  So we hit a bar, took a shot, watched McCain’s concession, and then saw a live feed from where we had just been.  And it was mobbed.

Back to the White House.  Cheering, jumping, total anarchy.  But in a good way.  From there I split from my pack and walked up 16th St.  The numbers of people pouring south (as I headed north) blew my mind.  I couldn’t see an end to the cars making victory laps.  U St. gave a new scene: more dancing, more music, people climbing up and on top of every structure possible.  I found my old roommate, we debated a bit, picked out pieces of the campaign that held issue in our minds, and discussed the next step.  Then home.  Sleep.  And the Wednesday Contracts/Crim/Torts three-way punch.

Looking forward to sleep.  Looking forward to a lot of things.

Saks Model?

What the h-e-double-hockeymom will Palin do if she isn’t our new VP?

J.K. Rowling Got It Wrong As Well

Apparently I had the ability to vote twice this morning.  I thought I had received two voter registration cards because of some glitch in the ever-efficient DC system, but no, they actually spelled my name wrong on one and considered me two different people.  And two different votes.  I didn’t realized this till I was in line and getting my ballot, at which point I spied my mis-spelled name on the registration list.

“That second name there, that is also me, but spelled wrong.”

“Well, if its spelled wrong, then Mr. —– will have to worry about that.

“I am Mr. —–, but I spell my name correctly.”

“Good for you.  Here is your ballot.”

I didn’t vote twice, not that it would matter in DC, but still an interesting sequence of events.

More election stories to come, most assuredly.

The Spectre of Schechter

Torts torts torts torts torts torts torts.

I mentioned to a few fellow nerds that I had a moment last week similar to Neo’s awakening at the end of “The Matrix.”  (aka “the good Matrix.”)  Much like how he suddenly saw the inner workings of the Matrix all around him, I suddenly saw people’s behavior being influenced by the potential law suits that might happen were they not being reasonably prudent.

“Reasonably prudent” is often a stand-in for “not an effin’ moron.”

Anyways, while on the ellipitcal at the gym (believe or not) I caught a story on the Tee-vee.  “Metro ride seem slower?  Trains are slowing down with the season due to increased risk of water or leaves on tracks.’

“Huh,” I saw, spooking the woman next to me, “that’s just like that case we read about the Cleveland RTA.  Good job executing your duty, Metro,”

In related news, my scheme for collecting a huge settlement from Metro now stands foiled.  I will retain my legs, but remain strapped for cash.  Please feel free to send me money or buy me drinks.

Try Try Try Again

Law school certainly inspires a lot of my silly and insane tangential ranting, so I thought it best to start trying to blog again.  The handy WordPress Gadget in my new PC sidebar should make this easier.  Will write more later, my head currently brims with discussions for the web.  In the meantime, Civ Pro, and trying to figure out if that lady down the row from me is actually a lady or some sort of scarecrow set to drive undergrads away from the alw student library.  Seriously, I’ve never been down in the library without seeing her, and she never moves.

And So It Begins… Again…

Oh, to blog.

This is not my first blog, nor even my first attempt since the last “successful” blog (defined by regular posts), but something tells me it’ll be the second “successful” blog.  (Same definition.)

So here I go again on my blog.  Going down that only blog I know to blog.

Yes, I’ll admit, “blog” is a funny word, but the excessive hype that followed “Juno” and that one too-oft-repeated line has killed a bit of the humor I found in the word.  And my soul.

But enough of that.

I’m about to start law school.  From the reports I’ve received from my leagues of dedicated scouts (read: friends quicker on the law school draw than I) it will be a taxing experience, and one that will require a lot of serious and earnest thought… at least in person.  Or at least in the classroom.  Thing is, if you know me at all, I can’t suppress my random absurdities quiet for long.  I’ve got things to say.  Now get your hands off me, you damn, dirty ape and let me spew across the blogosphere.

Considering past experience and future expectations, I’d foresee a lot of daily reporting, non sequitors, and non-sensical commentary on whatever I’m “learning” in law school.

Strap in and get ready.  In the mean time, I’ll throw up a few posts from an old blog that didn’t last too long.