2009-03-08

Cabaret

Last night was Cabaret Night at the law school.  We had a casino, a variety show with student performers, and auctions to raise money for the school's public interest fund.  During the night I started a conversation with Practice Dummy, a girl I've liked for a few months.  Two minutes into the conversation I accidentally jabbed her really hard in the stomach.  Two minutes after that I spilled water on her dress.

I was mortified after hitting her but she seemed to take it in stride.  At first she thought I'd punched her.  I asked if I'd hurt her, and she said, "Didn't you feel my rock hard abs?"  I replied, "I have no feeling left in my fingers of steel," and blamed that on my extensive Shaolin kung fu training.  She nodded in understanding.  I added that if I'd actually punched her, I would be apologizing to her tombstone right now.  Smoooooth.

When I spilled water on her a little later, she asked if I was drunk.  Of course I wasn't; I'd been drinking water all night.  I walked away before I accidentally set her on fire or something.

I feel like I'm in friggin' middle school again.

2008-09-08

effective immediately

The Burger Court will henceforth be known as the "Food Court"

I'm hungry

2008-09-01

Highlights of the first week of 2L year

I'll write more about the summer soon. For now here are some highlights from last week, the first week of 2L year:

* Playing tennis with people other than my brother for the first time in years

* Seeing my friends in casual clothes again (I'll tell you more about our interviews in NYC)

* Finding out that my new roommate is pretty laid back, likes the same music I do, and doesn't cook in thong underwear

* Revisiting Insomnia Cookies (Jesus Christ what do they put in these things)

* Playing the war-weary wiseman to my 1L mentee who is actually older than me

* Wearing this shirt to a wear-white party; wishing someone would complain so I could say "Well put me on the ballot and call me Ralph Nader cause this is a green party now" (maybe it's a good thing no one complained)

* Having no class on Friday (this is a highlight of every week)

* Meeting batshit insane LLMs (foreign students) who dance as if their hearts will stop if their legs do

* Convincing a cute 1L who didn't know what Walt Disney looked like that Disney modeled Mickey Mouse after his own appearance

* Getting (1) a postcard from Persistence of Vision, and (2) my hopes up.

2008-07-13

California state bar here I come

Fill in the blank with the correct answer:



A person who commits a felony is a ____felon_____.



A person who commits a misdemeanor is a ___meanie____.









1L of a year

I don't want to let this blog die in the cold so let me tell you how things warmed up toward the end of spring. As I said last time most 1Ls felt socially and academically dispirited after winter break. Two things helped bring me and my closest circle of friends (Sultan, Your Mom, and Pier 39) out of the fog.

The first was the annual 1L moot court competition. Roughly 140 1Ls--three-fourths of our class--argued cases before a mock appellate court in head-to-head competition. This gave us all something to talk about besides jobs and classes, although we were mostly limited to discussing how much fun we were having was since we couldn't talk about the case materials. More importantly, though, Your Mom made it to the semi-finals. Top 4 out of 140 wannabe lawyers and ex-"Webster's Dictionary defines . . . "-high-school-speech-and-debaters is pretty damn good. Me, Sultan, and Pier 39 cheered her all the way, spurred on by the fact that she had seriously considered dropping out of law school in the weeks before the competition. I think her self esteem lay at the bottom of the ocean after a discouraging talk with a professor and the disappointment of fall grades, so we were all happy she found a niche for herself. And by rallying around her I felt more invigorated and connected to my friends than I had for months.

The second thing is cookies. Insomnia Cookies. IC is a bakery that sells fresh cookies at two in the morning, kept warm and chewy in the oven before serving. It is perfectly adapted to the college town biome. The 13th-century Sufi poet Rumi wrote about IC when he said, "He who tastes not, knows not." I cannot fully communicate to you how good these cookies are. I can only point and make noises, like a gagged captive showing the police where his kidnapper hid the bodies. These cookies are murderous.

IC is a new business. I didn't know they existed until Negative Feedback told me about them sometime in April. He had been there eight times in the previous week. Once I tried it I knew why. I also knew I couldn't keep IC to myself, so I brought my friends there one night promising that the cookies would "materially improve their quality of life." They were skeptical, but here's how the first outing went:

Sultan (after taking one bite): I feel... closer to God.

Your Mom: I feel like I've sinned.

Pier 39: How is this possible?

We flagged down another friend who happened to be passing by. This friend--I'll call him Benadryl--ate a cookie, went back up to the counter, and asked the cashier, "Do you put heroin in these?"

Just like that, Insomnia Cookies became our social locus. "Hey Your Mom, what are you doing tonight?" "I was thinking cookies, then your mom." "Cool let's meet up at 9." Of course it was not all about the food. We wanted company more than cookies. But cookies were a convenient and delicious excuse to hang out. So every day we stumbled into IC like polar bears driven to human settlements by post-hibernation hunger. And like polar bears we ate a lot.

I don't want to give the impression that all law students are alienated and starved for human contact. It probably won't be like that next spring, when the pressure of getting good grades and finding a job will have lifted. Still I wonder what would have happened if not for moot court and IC. I don't think it's inevitable that my friends and I would have found another excuse to reconnect. I am not good at pursuing my own happiness. Throughout college I longed to meet more people but couldn't bring myself to go out without an acceptable reason or excuse (plus it didn't help that I don't drink). I was socially crippled and needed a crutch, and being mostly crutchless I spent many weekends sitting alone in my room. And that's more or less where I was after winter break this year, despite my relatively outgoing attitude at the start of fall.

Nor, I suspect, may my classmates be much better at finding happiness: lawyers, or at least lawyers at big law firms, generally work long hours, lack a social life or significant family time before being promoted, and find little satisfaction in their jobs. But I'm getting ahead of myself. My first year ended on a high note and so should this post.






2008-02-24

brrr

One reason judges often give for holding a certain way on an issue is that the opposite holding would "chill" some desirable activity. For example: "The rule petitioner urges this court to adopt would unacceptably chill free formation of business contracts by destroying reliance on the written form." In this context it means the opposite of "incentivize" (yet another word I never heard before coming here.).

Law school has been pretty chilly lately. All of the 1Ls I've talked to feel less motivated this semester than last. For my part, I've been studying less, engaging less with the material (except for criminal law, which is fascinating), and slacking off more. And there's a social effect too. Me, Pier 39, Your Mom, Sibbach, and Sultan have barely eaten together this spring. Sibbach actually dropped out of our lunch group last fall due to, uh, circumstances between her and Sultan. As for the rest of us, I think our lack of colunching is due to two things: (1) we no longer have a small class together right before lunch, and (2) we have more classes after lunch this semester, so we spend our lunches doing homework. Neither of these is very good excuses, and (2) is just another symptom of the academic sickness (last semester I always finished all my reading the night before, not saving any for lunch). Which is too bad because we all miss the company. Some of us are supposed to watch a movie tonight (Jumper), but I doubt we'll follow through.

And there are the little things. I've been wearing glasses this semester because I'm too apathetic to put my contacts in (OK, this happened sophomore and junior years in college too). I played over fifty hours of Jagged Alliance 2 in the past two weeks instead of working on a big paper. And I've been taking my books home instead of studying at the library, so I've seen less of Flutist, Skittles, Negative Feedback, and Cash Hydrant (another regular in our group that I haven't mentioned before; he did I-banking for three years and quit to go to law school).

Then again I might not be missing much. Flutist and Skittles have drifted apart for no apparent reason. They're some of the nicest, friendliest people I've ever met, but they both insist they're really nasty and brutish. (And short, but Flutist is kind of sensitive about that). Modesty or honesty, I don't know. I've warmed to Negative Feedback, but lately he's been spending time with his girlfriend My Life for Aiur, a pretty Korean national who has somehow never heard of Starcraft.

So what's the cause? Some people blame the weather. Usually these are the people whose only personal experience with snow prior to Ithaca was static on the telly when the antennae fell down. If anything, I think cold weather helps you think--you have to rub your neurons together to keep your brain warm.

Others put it down to post-grade report depression. There's some validity to this. Why work so hard when you'll just get a B+ like everyone else? But everyone else worked hard too, so you need to keep moving to stay in place.

There's always S.A.D. but it's been pretty sunny this winter so I don't think that's it.

No, I think it's just the usual second semester fatigue I experienced in college. We're plain tired--if I were Southern I would say plumb tuckered out--from reading and writing. Cornell students spend too much time studying. You med school students will probably laugh--no, scoff--with powerful bitterness at those numbers, but shut up for a second.

Through the center of our apathy runs a tightly wound spinal cord of stress: the usual academic stress, but also stress about finding a job for the summer, figuring out what kind of law to practice after graduation, and wondering if we're really prepared to cut off our families and social lives to work 100+ hours a week for stupid sums of money. And, in my case, stress about having to dress up nice for interviews.

But maybe we should all just chill.

2008-02-17

$46K a year for this

A selection of terms I've added to Word's dictionary since starting law school:

appellee
bailee (what whales who went to law school use to catch krill)
bailor (lots of -ees, -ants, and -ors in legalese)
berm (can't believe this wasn't already in the dictionary)
bonum (but wear a condom first)
conveyancing (I'm pretty sure some judge came up with this one on the spot)
crossclaimed (hyphens are for the dashing)
declarant (why can't they just say "speaker")
defeasible
dispositive (really handy word)
donative (e.g. "donative intent," the intent to make a gift and unsuccessfully sue to get it back, you heartless bastard)
ejectment (what happens when you throw a tin of Altoids really hard at the ground)
estoppel (GREAT word, if only because it sounds like something you'd ask to be sprinkled on your strudel)
estray
executory (this word evokes Darth Vader's theme in my head)
foreseeability (can't believe this wasn't in Word's dictionary either. Who woulda thought?)
hypotheticals (o rly)
inplead (no, outplead isn't a word)
joinder
judicata (part of the phrase "res judicata" which means "screw you dude we already decided this like two days ago")
justiciable (capable of being justiced)
lawyering (I still maintain this is not a real word)

I will take a break here to avoid list-fatigue





OK ready


go

lessor (disappointingly, not the opposite of "greator")
mens (. . . rea / restroom)
meruit (as in "Quantum Meruit," airing Wednesday nights on Sci-Fi at 9 Eastern/6 Pacific)
movant (I like the way this sounds. moooovant.)
offeree
offeror
overdetermination (as in causal overdetermination. I'm surprised I hadn't added this before since it comes up in some fields of philosophy.)
parol (not a mispelling of "parole")
personalty (an object you can move around, as opposed to realty or fatty)
possessory
privity (sounds vaguely naughty. I'm seeing English schoolboys in uniform, huddled in a corner of the yard, all goggle-eyed at the legal textbook they found in Dad's nightstand. The one in the middle is so amazed that his center-parted hair has rotated 90 degrees. Just sit for a minute and imagine what that would look like.)
promisee (mine mine mine)
promisor (yours yours yours)
punitives (i.e. punitive damages)
rea (mens...)
res (see "judicata")
restitutionary
retributivism (I will make another post about this)
servient (property law generates a lot of weird words)
tortfeasor (he or she who commits a tort. A repeated tort is a retort. (I wish))
tortious (semantically different from "tortuous" but they often come out to the same thing)
triable (as in "triable warfare," fighting between hostile triabs)
trover (thank property law for this one too. Also a good name for a dog.)
unconscionability ("UNCONSCIONABLE!" is my new expletive of choice. "That's friggin' unconscionable, bro.")
unestablished (I don't remember typing this)
unowned (nacho cheese)
voidable (as opposed to constipated)