The adventures (and non-adventures) of a marginally seasoned attorney.


Tuesday, October 23, 2007

Faces in the Crowd

I may be law school's slave, but rock and roll will always be my true love. I went to a fabulous concert last week, and I'm still buzzing from it. There is no way to truly describe the emotional experience one goes through while sitting through a a good show; any attempt I could make would result in a page full of rambling (not like y'all don't get that from me already...). Anyway, I got to sit near some colorful characters during the show. Here were a few of my favorites:
  • Stoned person #1 - So there were some guys trying to figure out where they were supposed to sit, and being the good person that I am (that, and they were annoying me), I was going to tell them they needed to go back a row. I look up at one of the guys, and before I can say a word, he says "Don't look at us. We're really high. Don't look at us."
  • Little old man and lady - Dude, there were some white haired folks a few rows in front of me jammin' out to the music. And I'm not talking about people who look like old rockers - these folks were of the windbreaker-wearing variety.
  • Stoned person #2 - This guy in the row in front of me turns to my friend for no apparent reason, goes "What's uuuuuup?" and then turns back around to mind his business.
  • Screaming guy - Oh, this guy was a rocker from way back, and he was reeeeeally excited about this concert. A large group of people were headed to the concert, and this guy just starts yelling "WOOOO! [Band name]! WOOO! Why aren't you all screamin'??? They ain't never gonna come back to [this city] if you all don't start screamin'!" He continued this screaming all the way to the venue and throughout the first opening act. He got dead silent after that though. Guess he didn't want the band to come back, after all.
  • Stoned person #3 - I know someone near me was lighting up because the scent would hit me every couple of minutes or so. Stoned person #3 was a sneaky kid, though - I never could figure out who he was. On a related note, once the smoke died down, I could smell a corn dog.
Anyway, like I said, rock may be my true love, but I can't ignore my duties to law school. So for now, the music takes a backseat to the world of academics. But no complaints. In the words of the great Stephen Stills, "If you can't be with the one you love, love the one you're with." Here's to loving Law School.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

My Graduation is a Phone Call Away...

Shoot, I've been taking the wrong approach to this whole education thing. I got an email in my university account today that might *change my life*:

Obtain the_degree you deserve, based on your present knowledge and life experience.

A prosperous future, money earning power, and the Admiration of all.

Degrees from an Established, Prestigious, Leading Institution.

Your Degree will show exactly what you really can do.

Get the Job, Promotion, Business and Social Advancement you Desire!

Get your Bachelors,Masters,MBA, or PhD in the field of your expertise

Call now - your Graduation is a phone call away.

Please call: +1(413)376-9218

That's right, kiddos, I could be getting my degree from "an Established, Prestigious, Leading Institution." The folks who sent the email might not feel the need to tell me what this institution is, but by gosh, they capitalized every important word in that sentence, so this place must be a HUGE deal.

On top of that, it looks like I have degree options for the field of my expertise! You heard it first - I will be the pioneer of the "How to avoid any sort of serious relationship for 23 years" Ph.D or a Masters in "Rockin' out when I should be studying." And according to this email, this degree will bring me lots of money and the Admiration (that's right, it's capitalized, damn it) of all.

I'm gonna get on my phone right now and call this place. Scratch that, I'm going to email them back. Folks tend to be shady on the telephone, and I'll feel a lot more comfortable if they make more promises to me via email. After all - if it's on the Internet, it must be true.

EDIT: The person who sent this is named "Concepcion Hinkle." How cool is that?

Thursday, October 11, 2007

The Kindness of Strangers

So I was going to tell you this long, drawn-out story about my preparations for negotiations competition, but I think instead I'll just tell you what happened at the end of story and leave it at that.

I, all dolled up in my lawyer attire, wound up sitting in the student union with a tattooed stranger who
1) Invited me to study with him, even though I'd never met him before
2) Repeatedly called me "sweetie" (Note: I was NOT cool with that)
3) Took a great interest in whether I drank and how old I was
4) Kept on trying to offer me the Jack and Coke he had stashed in a pop bottle
5) Chugged said Jack and Coke while grading essays for an intro-level class he taught


Anyway, after the negotiations were all was said and done, things didn't go too shabbily. No regrets about how things played out. We got a lot of good advice from the judges. I know I'm strong in certain areas, I know what my weaknesses are, and I know what I'll do different next time. That being said, I'll probably stick to my guns about not accepting offers of Jack and Coke from random guys in the student union. I know better than to take candy from strangers.