MLB trade deadline brings us...
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A Baylor 3L prepares to graduate and gives advice
Much like the vaunted Norwegian Blue parrot, I'm not dead, just resting. I've been spending the now half a week of our long-awaited vacation clearing my mind of all things law school--this space included. But never fear, I shall return shortly.
I just finished reading actor/author Ethan Hawke's first novel, "The Hottest State," and I must say, I'm rather impressed. Perhaps Mr. Hawke is reaping the benefit of my lowballed expectations, as it seems, for some reason, that good-looking actors who marry people named Uma Thurman can't have actual "artistic talent." But alas, Hawke's book was tight, authentic and actually moving.
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One of my classmates once likened his perception of the Contracts II exam to the Normandy beach landing sequence in 'Saving Private Ryan.' Now, I don't know that it's THAT bad, but all's I'll say is there were probably soiled trousers on D-day (and they weren't all French), and there might be some this Friday morning, as well. I wonder if it's more like a Titanic/ApocalypseNow thing.
Here's the mysterious comment that would never post. Consider it a post hoc addendum to the Property hypo. Oh yeah, and since it's a capt caveman post, you should probably hide the children. Earmuffs!
I can't believe it. I've got a wisdom tooth coming in RIGHT NOW. You're never too old to start teething--I just didn't think I'd have to during the middle of finals, that's all. Damn Torts. Prof. Torts better not mind me bringing my teething ring into the test.
I don't know about non-political advertising--I leave it to other friends of mine to keep me apprised of developments there. But I saw this piece on Slate.com about those new Dodge hemi commercials. Call me a hippy, call me Californian, call me able to spell the second month of the year correctly, but I had never heard of a "hemi" until I saw the scrumptrillescent film Joe Dirt. (Sidenote: I always want to call that movie "Meet Joe Dirt" for some reason.) Anyway, the Slate article discusses what the hell a hemi is (a kind of engine, apparently, not some new slang term for a gay midget or something (not that there's anything wrong with that). Another interesting aspect of the new Dodge campaign is its attempt to market to the NASCAR crowd and the suburbanite deck-waxing crowd, which it claims are becoming the same group. Hmmm. I wonder, though, if this is a regional campaign or if they try to pitch this "grab life by the horns" nonsense in Delaware and Vermont. I dunno. Something to think about.
I'm not sure if it's the manifest stress of 2Q finalstime, but I've been feeling awfully destructive these days. What's a white kid from the suburbs to do? Listen to songs about mayhem, rioting and looting, of course--and so Sublime's "April 29th, 1992" won't leave my head. My only fear is that it will seep into my writing in much the same way that lyrics sometimes enter my classnotes.
I shall be watching Jimmy Kimmel Live with great interest tonight, as my roommate from college (and reigning fantasy baseball champion of the greater 90007 area code) will be in attendance. As I recall from my first two trips to the show, the only way you're guaranteed airtime is if you're blonde with a much nicer rack than you have, Tom. But good luck, all the same. :)
"Maury and his wife Povich both sign a deed conveying the property known as 'Ricki Lake' to their children--two sisters and a brother--as tenants in common: Sally, Jessy and Raphael. Ricki Lake is an artificial lake that is sometimes very full--so full, in fact, that it will sometimes flood the area immediately adjacent, which is an estate called Jerry Springs. Though Ricki Lake can sometimes be exceedingly full such that it flows over its barriers, at other times it can be incredibly small. This has not happened in many years.
You know those scenes in movies where, in some altercation, a person will get kicked in the stomach, kneed in the groin, and then punched in the nose? Well, this week in like one of those scenes, but played out very slowly, with special emphasis on getting kneed in the groin.
5 months in prison, 5 months house arrest and 2 years probation, plus a $30,000 fine. Poor Martha--the Man keeps beating her down. Also, the story linked from Drudge (I'd link to it, but hey, I know you all check Drudge anyway) mentions that Martha Stewart was a model before she was an Emmy-winning TV host. I don't know about that. That's kind of like saying "Joe Montana, before he was a Hall of Fame quarterback, was President of France." I dunno, kinda weird. But hey, maybe Martha was a looker back in the day.
I like to think that SoTheBearSays is or will one day be a Baylor Law School institution, a thing that people recognize, read, and talk about. Perhaps even something whose editorship can survive even my own graduation? You never know. In any case, there is another seeming (some might say seemy?) Baylor Law institution--or at least a self-proclaimed one: the Hollando Party.
I suspect there's some measure of continuity in studying for finals that develops in nine quarters of law school--a method, a routine, a system. Having only been through one round of these things, though, I don't think that I have quite found the most effective use of my time yet. Last quarter, I spent a week studying for Contracts, and then the two-day interim period before Property and CivPro. And frankly, my grades reflected as much. Pacing oneself is a delicate science and a very difficult task if you're like me. With Property on Monday, I feel like I need to study nothing but Property until then, since I'm nowhere close to where I'd like to be. If I do that, however, I know for a fact that I'll be severely under-prepared for my Torts exam on Wednesday. And Friday's Contracts exam? Messy duty.
God love her, but sometimes Prof. Torts says funny things. Hell, all of our professors say funny things. Today, however, (and yesterday, I'm told, in the other section) she mentioned the "messy duty question" addressed by the Texas Supreme Court in a particular case. Following that came the "murky duty," a slightly less obvious but more troubling variation, in my opinion.
Now is when I'm supposed to do some rhapsodic post about the last day of class for us 2Qs. The problem--aside from many who are in no hurry to return to certain classes--is that it doesn't really feel like the end of anything. Add to that the fact that we've already had TWO final exams, and the week just feels plain surreal. Contracts II is over, but we had an adjunct professor, so we have garbled memories of her and Prof. Contracts I. Property II is over, but we'll have Prof. Property again in a couple quarters for Consumer Protection. No real goodbyes there. Tort I's end simply means on to Torts II with the same cast of characters, and CrimLaw means CrimPro is up next. Again, not your average throw-the-books-out-the-locker days of yore. Well, YOU can. I won't stop you.
Two finals down, three to go. LARC II was today, and I dunno, you just feel that much better about things when your exam proctor is our beloved senior IT analyst and programmer guy. It's like a warm blanket of "it's ok, I'll be there to help you out, don't worry about it" that you can wrap yourself in as you enter citation hell. Like if your pencil breaks, you know he'd know about 87 ways to sharpen it...or build a pencil-sharpening robot to come fix it in about 2 seconds. As Prof. Contracts reminds us frequently, those men are wizards, the wizards who built the Law School themselves. Just two guys, a couple clothespins, some copper wire and a mainframe...and BAM!, you've got yourself a brand new building.
It falls upon my friend Brendan (and his father) to remind me of important dates in Irish history, as my touch with the old country is not quite what it should be. Today is the 12th of July, the day that Irish Protestants celebrate as their 'Independence Day.' That day, at the Battle of the Boyne, the Protestant King William of Orange defeated the Catholic James II. So began the "Glorious Revolution," wherein the foundation of parliamentary rule and the modern monarchy were laid. (Huh huh...he said 'laid') Or so the Ulster Protestants say. :)
Here's a good laugh before the exam for all you typing folks. I'm sure this would be more funny to me if I was familiar with Extegrity.
First Chapter Six, the basics--the actus, mens and cause.
One last thing. Is it mean of me to post this picture of the new Miss Texas on the blog? I mean, it's the official picture and all from the official site, but man, it just doesn't seem right. Unflattering is one of the nicer words that comes to mind.
This is freakin' Texas, but the Miss Texas pageant isn't going to be run live. Now, ordinarily, this wouldn't bother me, as I'm usually on the set as swimsuit monitor. Since I'm in law school and unable to attend, I was counting on watching it live at 8pm. Oh, yeah, and I was also going to watch because OUR VERY OWN 2Q ALEXIS YOUNG WILL BE IN THE COMPETITION!!! That's right, UT and SMU (and all you other schools clinging to your accreditation), we've got the next Miss America in OUR class---and on our flag football and softball teams.
So Prof. CrimLaw's going to let us take our Texas Penal Code into the exam. Sweet. He has, however, told us that we are not to have any additional markings in our book save underlining and highlighting (and one- or two-word notes like "Pinkerton," "M.R.," or "Is it just me or is Paige from 'Trading Spaces' kinda hot in a gymnast sort of way?"). What this means is that we the students just had a huge weight lifted from our shoulders. Most of us, however, will proceed to take that weight and form it into a big fat crutch.
I am at the house is SA-town for the weekend studying. I'll be back in Wac-town on Sunday, on the way to which I drive through the NB, SanMarc-town, Aus-town and G-town. Ok, I'll stop.
Congratulations to MS, the winner of our CrimLaw-a-thon pool. Prof. CrimLaw finished at 5:10.30, and she had 5:11. It was a close race there at the end, and for a brief moment, I was almost sure I was going to win when he started his "final" point at 4:42. I had picked 4:48. For the record, I think that since he finished his shpiel and began taking questions at 4:57, the person who had that time should be deemed runnerup.
Titles like the one of this post make me wish I could make an exception to the no-naming-of-professors policy we employ here at SoTheBearSays. That said, today's the day. We start at 2:15 and go until the syllabus is finished, somewhere in the neighborhood of 4:30, says Prof. CrimLaw. As has been mentioned both in this site's comments and by the prof himself today, there is usually a pool as to the exact ending time of the monster lecture. I'd like to keep that venerated (or denigrated) Baylor Law tradition alive.
Let me start by saying the arms race between Westlaw and Lexis is a good thing for law students. Want more Lexis points toward your reward fireplace tongs or iPod? Tell the local rep how the Westlaw folks are giving rewards points like they're going out of style. Think Lexis training is taking too long? Mention that Westlaw had us out of here in 30 minutes flat. Very cool, the rivalry.
Alright, here goes. I've wanted to do a big post about skipping class for awhile, but certain circumstances have kept my candor captive (oooh, nice alliteration). First of all, I think professors have to know that in a perfect world, most students would skip most of the time. This is a fact of nature. There is, however, a difference between the slacker mode of undergrad and the rigors of legal education. We students know that attendance at lecture is a valuable (indeed, invaluable) component of succeeding on the final. This point is especially driven home by the nature of law school grading, namely, that it all comes from one exam. Therefore, students miss class in one of two ways, a calculated fashion or a miss-the-alarm fashion. The latter are, by definition beyond deterrence. Students that miss in a calculated fashion have weighed the costs and benefits of attending class that day and have decided that their time would be better spent doing something else.
There was a lot that went on today, but I don't have the energy to post about it right now. We barely had a quorum in Contracts and Property, and Prof. CrimLaw saw enough empty seats to piss him off to the point of giving an impromptu quiz. (So did Prof. Property, by the way). Anyway, the motion, CrimLaw final, etc. made for a lousy day. Oh yeah, and Lexis training. The Lexis rep was nice, but I really don't think anyone could have made mandatory Lexis training at 5:30pm enjoyable to me. What I'm getting at, though, is that this was a sucky day, as most of the next 14 days will likely be. I'll post more when I get home, but if I'm in the library a second longer, someone's ALRs are going to get mixed up on the shelves. Haha. Put those in order. I'll just mess 'em up again.
I had forwarded a request from a PC student for some 1Ls who wouldn't mind helping him out by serving on a PC jury. This student came up to me in the lounge and said I should be glad I didn't sign on--last night's PC trial got out at 2:30 IN THE MORNING! This goes in the "there but for the grace of God go I" file, as it could have been any one of us there on the day before our LARC motion. Luckily for us, we're selfish and uncooperative. :)
We must not forfeit the softball semifinal. We must not fail LARC II. We must not get ejected from class tomorrow.
Prof. Property: So if the Skipper wants to establish an easement of necessity, he'll have to do it on the strength of Gilligan's grant. Any questions?
You can't say that we didn't see it coming.
From our Torts casebook...
Burleson fireworks had no Grand Finale. I blame Arlene.
Happy Fourth of July, everyone, the greatest day on the calendar. Canada Day, Victoria Day, Guy Fawkes Day, Whatever Started The Russian Revolution Day, we've got them all beat. Around the world, people know what the 4th means, and if they don't, we bomb them. Simple as that.
The guys that man the Westlaw 24-hour legal research chat thingy must have lost some bet with God or something. I can't summon to mind a job that can only be done with professional legal training that's worse than answering legal research questions from lazy, confused or lazy and confused law students. For instance, whether the 2003 Texas Celine Dion Karaoke Repertoire Exclusion Act has been affected by the Bring Back Pizza To The Student Lounge Amendment to the 2004 Loss Of Tenure When Seen At The Law School In Bermuda Shorts Act.
Hunker down, it's time for finals. CrimLaw in 9 days, LARC II in 10, and then the others shortly thereafter. It seems like just a couple weeks ago we were getting our grades and just last week that we had exam reviews...oh wait, that's 'cause it was.
It's the Fourth of July Weekend! That means fireworks, flags, and, um, LARC motions, CrimLaw final, LARC motions, and um, LARC motions. If you have to watch fireworks through the window of the library, then the terrorists have already won.
Sometimes you get screwed. Sometimes, however, you get hosed. Today, we got screwed with a hose. Of all the days to have the Immunity Day fundraiser, the scheduling gods picked a day where the 2Qs have one class with a participating professor. And even then, some sort of "mix-up" (by the same scheduling gods, perhaps? SoTheBearSays is reserving judgment for lack of evidence) resulted in an elevated price for that one professor's class.
Last night's Pre-Immunity Day Party was so...so...hmmm. There are no words to describe it, so I am forced to make one up--"scrumptrillescent." Last night's performances were scrumptrillescent. To really kickoff the show, one of the members of our 2Q band had everyone up with "Paradise City" the way it was meant to be sung--with lots of mic stand throwing and big hair. [ed. note-I dare you to follow that. No really, I dare you. God love ya, but "Summer Lovin'" just ain't badass enough--shoulda waited a little, kids. Get your manager on the phone.]