In case I haven't made it abundantly clear in previous posts, you need to know that I'm not all that interested in prestige. Seriously. I got most of that out of my system back in high school. Maybe this indifference to prestige is the result of years of maturing and wisdom. Or maybe I've just become a lazy bum. Probably the latter. But that's not the point. The point is, I'm not going to do something that ranks high on the suck scale just because I think other people will think highly of me.
Now, taking this into consideration, I have no idea why in the heck I signed up for my law school's moot court competition. For those of you who don't know, in moot court, one has to write a big ass paper full of legal arguments and then have a panel of judges rip her to shreds as she defends said paper. Anyway, I kind of hate moot court. But I thought it would be a good idea to sign up for the competition last semester. We (and by "we" I mean the idiots who decided to compete) were told by the the people in charge of the competition that if we didn't totally suck at it, we would qualify for another competition this semester. And then they told us that this semester's competition is "prestigious." I don't know if I buy it. It's probably just some ploy to get all of us egotistical law students to punish ourselves. Apparently, we love that kind of thing.
Anyway, for whatever reason, the judges in the competition last semester thought I wasn't entirely terrible. And why they thought that is beyond my comprehension. Not only was I reading from my notes the entire time, but one of the judges had caught me impersonating him the day before the competition (I am not making this up). Maybe he thought my impersonation was flattering, who knows. But anyway, I was given the option to compete in this semester's moot court nonsense, and, being a Glutton for Punishment, I thought it'd be a good idea to take the bait.
Now, I don't know what has happened in the 1.5 years I've been in law school to suddenly make horrible ideas seem like good ideas, but by gosh, I'm just dazzled by them. I mean, I didn't always make the best decisions in undergrad, but heck, at least there was an element of fun in them. Well, except for that time that I randomly decided to donate blood and then collapsed on the floor as I was walking to get some juice (the nice Red Cross people had to carry me onto a bed and try to get the color back in my face all while making sure I didn't puke on any of them).
That being said, I hope there is something really positive that will come as a result of this B.S. I've inflicted on myself. Maybe I'll wind up having a fabulous time arguing this legal ridiculousness to the judges and be impressive. Or maybe I won't. So long as I don't wind up collapsing on the floor after the argument, at least it'll be more fun than donating blood. But unlike donating blood, I'm not going to save a life when I make my argument.
Maybe I'll save my dignity if I can make myself get back to work.