Sunday, November 30, 2008

Frozen in a Time Vortex

My law school has a habit of teasing me. I will enter the school and be welcomed by warmth (it is pretty cold outside). But, hours later, when I am in the crux of my studying, BAM the air conditioning will turn on.

Regardless, I have lost track of time. There are no windows in the room where I study. The one clock is at my back and my computer's clock is hidden by the auto-hide taskbar feature. My taskbar is barely ever up because I have a kick-butt mouse set up to switch applications at the touch of a button. Hours fly by without my knowledge and the end-product is but a few sentences, a few edits, or a citation or two. I do not remember the sound of grass or the taste of sunshine. As Frodo said, I am naked in the dark. Come to think of it, there is some truth in the stated statements, albeit much is exaggerated. Maybe. Not sure what is/was/will be real.

Curse you, IRAC. Curse you, memo. I used to think that IRAC stood for Issue, Rule, Analysis, and Conclusion. It turns out, it stands for Intellectually Retarded, Analytically Crappy.

I just got out of a study session. We were reviewing for the upcoming Legal Process final. We tabbed the bluebook up. I am glad I started tabbing earlier in the semester, it was just so much easier finding the rules, etc. A common sense thing.

Speaking of time vortex, apparently scientists found one over the south pole. The story is years old but I find it fascinating to read about.
I think time is very interesting. The concept of it all. Man attempts to have some sort of control of time by attributing a system of gears and hands to it and placing it around his wrist. Does he not know that such an act has in fact made time control him? His constant checking of time making sure he is on time. His constant checking of time to see if he has no time. His constant checking of time just to check any time. Before the invention of watches and clocks, before the invention of time, the only concept of time in the Arab world was signified by the words 'now' and 'later.' If something needed to be done, do it now. If not, eh, do it later! Watches are the collar and time is the leash that leads men too quickly to a place that is too boring because they did not enjoy the path to there.

Law school is definitely like that. 80-90% of the students are in their early twenties, the prime of their life. And what are they doing? Spending hour after God-forsaken hour learning the law. If I could be in an apprenticeship, I would much rather do that than this. I think.

I would definitely give it a try.

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Closed Libraries Are Bad Libraries

My law school's library is closed right now. It was closed all day. I can understand since my school is a Jewish affiliated school and they will want to be closed on the Sabbath, but not everybody in the school is Jewish. I'm not paying $35,000 a year to not be able to use my own school's facility. If you're gonna have a security guard in the building, you might as well make his job a little less redundant by opening the doors of the library and allowing students to study there.

Libraries are my elixir, living amongst microfiche enigmas, lessons awarding meaningful at my ease.

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

First Year, First Entry

Let's cut the bird droppings and get right into business. I am in law school. This is my first year. It is the end of November. This means that finals are here.

What am I doing to prepare? Well, I got rid of my Facebook.

Let me let that sink in.

Pretty intense, eh? I remember when the Dean said, during orientation, to get rid of our social networking websites. I thought, "Ha! What a joke! I will never get rid of my Facebook!" I guess that was the first sign of concern. Who knows how many hours I have poured into that thing. Even during classes. Yes, I am guilty of surfing the net during class sometimes. I'm working on it. I have toned it down. How? Fake interest. If I tell my brain I love contracts and find every word that comes out of the professor's mouth fascinating, then my brain decides to eat everything up.

My brain is very gullible.

And that ends my several minute self-imposed break from my paper that is due in six days. Maybe my entries will become awesome over the next three years and perhaps I will become a wonder of the legal world and be mentioned in Student Lawyer. I love reading that magazine. I feel like I am getting insider tips on things. It is like the Men's Health of the legal world.

Oh, the primary reason I created this was because somebody's cell phone rang in the library and it irked me off to no end. Don't people know library etiquette? Also, it irks me when people flirt in the library. I didn't know people got their socks off to library books.

Girl: "Oh my, all these people so focused and studying, I can feel myself just in the need to FLIRT!"
Guy: "Oh yeah, forget grades, I want to live in the moment! And you are cute so I will flirt it with you! And who knows, perhaps a relationship will develop, although it will be completely pointless because we are in the same year and we are rivals and you'll want to end up being this type of lawyer and I'll want to be that type of lawyer so when it comes time to get our job know, that is too much thinking! Let's flirt!"
Me: (in my best Scottish accent) "How about you two quit getting your jollies off and become one of the literal-minded! Ye done nothing but whisper sweet nothings all evening and it has made me learn more about butterflies and sugarmuffins than personal jurisdiction."

If I fail out, I will find the flirters of law school libraries and throw things at them.

Good gravy chin-lickers!