And the Beat Goes On - November 12-13, 2007

Well... Veteran's Day is apparently not important enough to yield a day off from school.

I woke up at the obligatory 6:30AM. I hit the alarm, and went back to sleep until 6:35. I woke up and hit the alarm. This process repeated itself every five minutes until 8:00AM. This has become the way things are for me. Every morning is a new challenge. Everyday a mountain peak I force myself to climb. These mountains, however, are uphill both ways. My grandparents finally make sense, especially because snow is imminent.

My sandals are still on my feet. This is a noticeable event in the lives of my New York colleagues. Many have mentioned the sandal-wearing habits I have been modeling. I refuse to take the next step (that was a pun) into detaching myself from my delusions. I am mentally on the West Coast still. This New York living is not working out well.

For now, the sandals stay.

I attended the Dean's Lunch, a gathering for an hour where students are given the opportunity to put the Dean of the law school in the hot seat. Did I mention they provide a free lunch. I showed up, but, as luck would have it, the Dean was a no-show. An Assistant Dean came in her place. Things just were not the same.

Contracts continues to leave a fog of war clouding my ability to understand. I have been wounded in the battle for knowledge. I trudge on with a bad limp. Hopefully I will be able to pull myself together when studying begins. Perhaps this is why the Almighty gave us Thanksgiving.

Torts has become no better for me. What is a boy to do?

These two classes are hazy, at best, and a black-hole of destruction in astronomical terms. However, I shall persevere. I know no other way to survive.

Then came Tuesday.

Legal writing is over for the remainder of the semester, because, as our professor said, the class is front-loaded. We have a lot of class in the beginning of the semester, and no class at the end. I had a conference with my professor, as do all students in the class, on Monday. My final paper is due next Monday. I have set my sights on attaining the top grade possible, which is definitely not out of reach for me. And let us pray.

In addition, Nelson and I were afforded the opportunity to meet with our fourth client, though it was only the second of the four to actually use our services. Our case is definitely not as winnable as our last, but we can definitely win. We are a darn good team, so I have faith in our abilities.

Civil procedure, which occurred later in the day, is becoming very boring. I feel as if I either know how one is to proceed in a civil suit, or that the procedure is obvious. Hopefully my civil procedure success will continue.

Tomorrow is my long, dreary day.

Why do I do this to myself?

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CivPro Professor quoting somebody else quote of the week:
"Oral contracts aren't worth the paper they are written on."