he said, quite racistly.
Hard to believe I've gone a month without posting. Although I doubt most folks would notice. Anyone still read this? I don't mind typing to a vacuum, but I am curious.
Law school is hard, much as I suspected. The reading is voluminous and daunting. I'm still not quite sure what I'm supposed to be learning. But despite the difficulty, and the significant lack of fun time, I think I'm making progress; I'm quicker at reading cases now than I was during week 1, and there are times in class when what the professor is saying starts to make a little sense.
What you don't expect in law school is to learn about all the crazy shit that goes on out there, in the wider world. Lives fall apart and people sue each other over just about anything. I expected stale cases of someone's fence being three feet too far over-- and there are such cases, to be sure-- but I never expected to learn that semen can, in fact, survive inside someone's mouth. And that said semen can then be used to artificially inseminate someone, without the unwitting semen donor's consent. In fact, I've thought more about semen in the last month than I have in several years.
The aforementioned voluminous reading is keeping me from getting to know this fine rainy city beyond the local grocery and thrift stores. But my bike ride to work goes along the canal that cuts through the heart of the city, and it is always beautiful, even when I have to wipe the raindrops out of my eyes every 50 feet or so.
I hope to ramp up the fun quotient soon, and have something besides school to report on. I've been trying to catch up/get ahead while Eileen is out of the country, so that she may distract me to her heart's content when she returns. A bit of follow-up: the day after my last post, I had indeed waited for the UPS man all day, to no avail, and was feeling quite sorry for myself when Eileen showed up unexpectedly (a week early). There's nothing like a beautiful girl to cheer you up when you're low.
Both of us have been traveling for so long (Eileen even more than I) that we're both quite ready for a long period of domesticated homebodyness, during which we won't need our cars, will cook our meals over a stove, and will store our belongings in closets rather than suitcases. It's a luxury I look forward to getting bored of.
p.s. there's also nothing like a Flight of the Conchords CD on repeat to cheer you up when you're low as well. Binary solo! 00000111000011001010010001010...
Law school is hard, much as I suspected. The reading is voluminous and daunting. I'm still not quite sure what I'm supposed to be learning. But despite the difficulty, and the significant lack of fun time, I think I'm making progress; I'm quicker at reading cases now than I was during week 1, and there are times in class when what the professor is saying starts to make a little sense.
What you don't expect in law school is to learn about all the crazy shit that goes on out there, in the wider world. Lives fall apart and people sue each other over just about anything. I expected stale cases of someone's fence being three feet too far over-- and there are such cases, to be sure-- but I never expected to learn that semen can, in fact, survive inside someone's mouth. And that said semen can then be used to artificially inseminate someone, without the unwitting semen donor's consent. In fact, I've thought more about semen in the last month than I have in several years.
The aforementioned voluminous reading is keeping me from getting to know this fine rainy city beyond the local grocery and thrift stores. But my bike ride to work goes along the canal that cuts through the heart of the city, and it is always beautiful, even when I have to wipe the raindrops out of my eyes every 50 feet or so.
I hope to ramp up the fun quotient soon, and have something besides school to report on. I've been trying to catch up/get ahead while Eileen is out of the country, so that she may distract me to her heart's content when she returns. A bit of follow-up: the day after my last post, I had indeed waited for the UPS man all day, to no avail, and was feeling quite sorry for myself when Eileen showed up unexpectedly (a week early). There's nothing like a beautiful girl to cheer you up when you're low.
Both of us have been traveling for so long (Eileen even more than I) that we're both quite ready for a long period of domesticated homebodyness, during which we won't need our cars, will cook our meals over a stove, and will store our belongings in closets rather than suitcases. It's a luxury I look forward to getting bored of.
p.s. there's also nothing like a Flight of the Conchords CD on repeat to cheer you up when you're low as well. Binary solo! 00000111000011001010010001010...