Screw legal writing, TORT's more exciting
(above to part of the tune of "Seize the Day" from Newsies)
OK, so . . .
Sunday through Saturday this week I have rehearsals or performances, between three and six hours a day, for TORT (I explained this in a previous entry: the Law School Musical).
Also I've been nominated for treasurer (of the TORT board) and before 3pm tomorrow I have to send an intro/bio to the person in charge so I can possibly be on the board. This is, fortunately, in lieu of being named musical director next year.
Wednesday (today) I have a 15-page brief due in legal writing, plus a handful of motion papers that I don't really care about but have to make a pass at doing anyway. Also, I agreed to get to rehearsal an hour early so I can play "What's This?" over and over with the guy who's singing it so that I have half a chance of following him. (Yeah, the one from Nightmare Before Xmas. You see my dilemma.)
It's now 2:30 in the morning and I have 13 pages of it done, including a conclusion that's all lorem-ipsum placeholder text at the moment. (I love the Lorem Ipsum generator.) My conclusion is pretty simple, once I've gotten all the argumentation out (and I think I have a pretty brilliant argument as to the relation between the spending clause, adequate notice, and this particular statute, but no one else gives a damn so I'll shut up about it). Oh, and then I have to, you know, check all my damn citations, half of which are "Gonzaga v. Doe, citecitecite." (Uh, there's supposed to be numbers somewhat like 445 U.S. 115, 117 where the citecitecite is.)
This morning (Tuesday), when I probably should have been working on my brief, the Minnesota Supreme Court (1) held a session in the big lecture hall for about two hours. Yeah, like I was going to miss that.
This week in Property we're just starting Future Interests, which is the big nasty bugaboo topic that will haunt us forever.
Thursday from morning until about 4 I'm volunteering for Pro-Choice Lobby Day. And then riding a bus back across town and taking another bus over to the theatre. If I'm lucky, they'll feed me at some point.
Friday I should probably go to Civ Pro because I will have skipped it on Thursday and last Friday. I also have to go to Practice & Professionalism, and I have a paper due by noon on Saturday. I think I'll attempt to do it sometime before, you know, Saturday morning, so I can sleep until, what, 6pm when I have to go to the theatre.
@#$%^&*@#$%^&^%$#%^&^$#.
So if I ignore you, don't call you back, don't comment on your brilliantly witty post/status update/magnum opus, or say something that just plain doesn't make sense on its face (on your face), now you know why.
(1) Incidentally, Minnesota has not only an ex-governor who's a WWE wrestler and a comedian for a senator but also a Viking (that is, ex-pro football player) for the most senior judge on the state's highest court (Alan Page). He's pretty awesome. Also, he played with Fran Tarkington, who got me bonus points in P & P. (2)
(2) One of our exercises contained a theoretically gender-neutral person named Fran Fletcher. The person assigned to the role assumed that Fran was female, but I pointed out that Fran Tarkington was a guy, and the prof -- who isn't any older than I am but is a Minnesotan -- said, "Yes! Good answer!" Since I'm gunning for an "H" (honors) in that class, I'll take all the help I can get.
OK, so . . .
Sunday through Saturday this week I have rehearsals or performances, between three and six hours a day, for TORT (I explained this in a previous entry: the Law School Musical).
Also I've been nominated for treasurer (of the TORT board) and before 3pm tomorrow I have to send an intro/bio to the person in charge so I can possibly be on the board. This is, fortunately, in lieu of being named musical director next year.
Wednesday (today) I have a 15-page brief due in legal writing, plus a handful of motion papers that I don't really care about but have to make a pass at doing anyway. Also, I agreed to get to rehearsal an hour early so I can play "What's This?" over and over with the guy who's singing it so that I have half a chance of following him. (Yeah, the one from Nightmare Before Xmas. You see my dilemma.)
It's now 2:30 in the morning and I have 13 pages of it done, including a conclusion that's all lorem-ipsum placeholder text at the moment. (I love the Lorem Ipsum generator.) My conclusion is pretty simple, once I've gotten all the argumentation out (and I think I have a pretty brilliant argument as to the relation between the spending clause, adequate notice, and this particular statute, but no one else gives a damn so I'll shut up about it). Oh, and then I have to, you know, check all my damn citations, half of which are "Gonzaga v. Doe, citecitecite." (Uh, there's supposed to be numbers somewhat like 445 U.S. 115, 117 where the citecitecite is.)
This morning (Tuesday), when I probably should have been working on my brief, the Minnesota Supreme Court (1) held a session in the big lecture hall for about two hours. Yeah, like I was going to miss that.
This week in Property we're just starting Future Interests, which is the big nasty bugaboo topic that will haunt us forever.
Thursday from morning until about 4 I'm volunteering for Pro-Choice Lobby Day. And then riding a bus back across town and taking another bus over to the theatre. If I'm lucky, they'll feed me at some point.
Friday I should probably go to Civ Pro because I will have skipped it on Thursday and last Friday. I also have to go to Practice & Professionalism, and I have a paper due by noon on Saturday. I think I'll attempt to do it sometime before, you know, Saturday morning, so I can sleep until, what, 6pm when I have to go to the theatre.
@#$%^&*@#$%^&^%$#%^&^$#.
So if I ignore you, don't call you back, don't comment on your brilliantly witty post/status update/magnum opus, or say something that just plain doesn't make sense on its face (on your face), now you know why.
(1) Incidentally, Minnesota has not only an ex-governor who's a WWE wrestler and a comedian for a senator but also a Viking (that is, ex-pro football player) for the most senior judge on the state's highest court (Alan Page). He's pretty awesome. Also, he played with Fran Tarkington, who got me bonus points in P & P. (2)
(2) One of our exercises contained a theoretically gender-neutral person named Fran Fletcher. The person assigned to the role assumed that Fran was female, but I pointed out that Fran Tarkington was a guy, and the prof -- who isn't any older than I am but is a Minnesotan -- said, "Yes! Good answer!" Since I'm gunning for an "H" (honors) in that class, I'll take all the help I can get.