Like the rest of the nation, I too must report on my September 11 experience. Having remained fairly removed from the tragedy that hit the nation six years ago, I had not pondered what being in the area of the attacks would mean for me. I had the opportunity to watch as my peers all mourned losses. I watched in silence as the television reported, non-stop, the intricacies of the remembrance gatherings around New York. I listened intently to my friends discussing those they had lost, and what should and should not have happened - this had its more amusing moments, where, with levity, I smirked and chuckled as my law student friends discussed engineering, surveying and building mechanics.
I realize that the West Coast is on the other side of the nation, but I did not previously realize how somber the event is, both now and when it happened. Of course, we realized how major this was and that we were witnessing a major event in world and American history, but very few felt the consequences of the terrorism back at home. That all changed today. New Yorkers do have feelings, you just have to look carefully for them.
In other news, if I hear one more stupid question, either my head will explode or my book will go flying across the room. I was once told that there are no stupid questions, only stupid people, but like so many other events of my short legal education thus far, my peers manage to prove me wrong. You can be a stupid person and outdo your stupidity by asking a stupid question. As the stupidity continues for 45 minutes, the effects are, in a word: bad.
Luckily, I was not called on first today. Perhaps I did not stick out far enough, or my name had a smudge on it, but for whatever reason, I was able to simply take notes. I love to participate, but I love to learn as well. Being badgered by a professor does not help my learning. But, alas, tomorrow is coming soon. I feel a new chance to be harassed becoming renewed each minute.
Also, my willingness to get out of the library or house is becoming more relaxed. I went to dinner with the friends with whom I am quickly becoming close. They are a lively bunch who are usually on the prowl for a little fun. Their work ethic is not too bad either. We all went to dinner tonight, much to my chagrin, at a Mexican restaurant. There is little to causing severe disappointment, because, let's face it, Mexican food does not get any better than Mexico and California. The food was relatively good for its location, so I cannot complain.
I am celebrating Rosh Hashanah with my roommate and her family. We are traveling to her parent's house from tomorrow afternoon until Saturday night. I am looking forward to being a part of a family atmosphere once again. I am also looking forward to attending Shul, as it has been a long while. The drive will take two hours. Pray the dog does not pee on me during the commute.
To enjoy some much needed sleep... only to hit the alarm every five minutes for a one-hour period.
This is life.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment