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Showing posts with label Law School. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Law School. Show all posts

Saturday, January 21, 2012

So you want to go to law school?

Let me paint a picture for you.

You sit in a small group of 4 people in front of a class of 100 students, prepared to explain the legal definition of obscenity as defined in the Miller case.  You are well versed in the previous definition, the change Miller hands down, and the implications of each.   You’re ready to explain why the state has the power to ban subject matter, even with the general “avert your eyes” doctrine, and most importantly, you're grateful that this professor assigns groups particular cases, so that you can prepare for the public flogging of getting called on.  Then the professor turns to your group, looks over his glasses at you, back down at his papers, and smiles.

“Alright, first up.  Have you heard of crush videos?”

“Um.  No.”   This is not in the reading.  You rack your brain for if you skipped a footnote.  You decide you’re about to be set up with an awkward argument.  You’re terrified.

“They are sort of fetish videos, where women wearing stiletto high heels stomp baby animals to death.  They’re all over the place online, and they’re really gruesome.  They show all kinds of different animals, kittens and squirrels, and different women, but always wearing high heels.  Just extremely violent, nauseating videos.  Are these obscene?  Can these videos be banned according to the Supreme Court?”

Yep.  You’re about to argue why weird fetish videos are a-ok by SCOTUS, but sex is not. Proceed to collect your bearings and argue your way out of the corner the professor has painted you in.  Good luck with that.

Constitutional Law is one of the more interesting classes – given it explains so much of how our country is the way it is – and it’s amazing how many cases could have been decided differently with a single changed vote.  But Lord, it’s difficult to rationalize why we do what we do.  The Miller case defined obscenity as solely sexual acts, therefore, I spent the better part of my humiliation session arguing that Crush videos are acceptable material and cannot be outright banned by the Supreme court.   Not surprisingly, I also seem to be going down in history as the girl who got to argue that Crush videos are less offensive than simple porn. 

But that’s what being a lawyer is – making an argument that could make you uncomfortable but is grounded in law.   I didn’t want to defend these Crush video deviants, but I didn’t get a choice. It’s easy to then make the mental jump that’s required to be a defense attorney.  I dread the feeling of being called on in class and having n-o i-d-e-a what might possibly be coming down the pike, but it certainly thickens up my skin.  And like all public speaking, practice doesn’t make perfect, but it makes it a hell of a lot less scary.

So much of law school is bone-dry reading and cantankerous professors and eccentric students, and it’s too easy to lose the end game in this hellacious process.  As much as school can suck, I have to remember what the fun part is – I’ll be ready and able to interpret, challenge, and work with the law.  That’s a pretty awesome skill that I’ll have at my disposal.  With the threat of insufficient job prospects looming, I need to remember the positives: I like what this process will grant me and that school is making me grow in ways I didn’t expect.  And I can’t argue with that.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Yeah, I'm behind. This is what I like now.



Seconds 20-30 = my life.  I can never find anything in my purse.  I am convinced my car door isn't locked or that my straightener is on and my house is burning down at any given second.  Given the nimrods that live upstairs, I'm not sure why I'm secure in my house not burning to the ground for a reason other than my own forgetfulness.  I'm sooo worrrrried.



She creeps me out because she knows me sooo well.



And yes, I have seen this before, but I love them.  I also love the biggest loser, but more importantly, I love eating everything in sight after my 6 hours of class on Tuesday while watching the biggest loser.   I also like to know if I'm going out later when I  figure out if I should eat now or later.  Have to plan!!!!!!  And, confession: I don't have a fall coat.  I also don't have a boyfriend who's coat I steal, so I guess that really only eff's me over, so... not annoying girl win?



I love Home Alone 2 so hard.  I remember seeing it in the theater, and I remember KNOWING that no movie would ever be as funny as it.   There's just no way.  Merry Christmas, you filthy animals.

And here's some Pitbull, because he was with my through finals.  <3 you, papi.

Friday, December 2, 2011

Good News. I saw a dog today.

In December, I pretty much only speak in Elf quotes, so there's that.



Classes ended last night, I have two finals, and then I get to give Christmas the attention it deserves.  Let's speed through the unpleasantness of the next few weeks, mmk?

Usually, I have trouble sleeping leading up to exams, but this go-round I'm just having crazy dreams.  I also rarely remember dreams, so this is bizarre-o.  On consecutive nights, I dreamt that my car was stolen and I was being blackmailed with secrets affecting national security that were on my cell phone, also stolen with the car, that everyone was going to a party and I wasn't invited, and that I was an "I didn't know I was pregnant" person and spit out a kid and had to buy a booster seat to bring it to law school with me.  My maternal instincts are off the heezy.  And is it weird that I was most upset about the not being invited to a party dream?  The kid was mostly just an annoyance.

I've also heard it said that one's dreams are the most boring, egocentric thing to talk about, so you're welcome.

I feel you should know I got bangs. I think it's because the hair salon served wine, so they get you all hopped up to make some bad decisions.  They're growing on me slowly, but actually having to blow dry my hair every morning is no bueno. Maybe it's good something is forcing me to be an adult and not leave the house with wet hair?

And finally, I leave you with one of my fave Christmas songs, mostly because it makes me laugh (and then feel guilty):



Yes, I know Band-Aid gave a lot of money to charity, but could they have done it without pointing out that they're not going to have a white Christmas?  Or - GASP - they might not celebrate Christmas?  What chimney is Santa climbing down in Africa, Bono?

"Here's to you, Raise your glass for everyone
Here's to them, Underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's christmas time at all?"

Is there a more patronizing song out there?  I challenge you to find it.  And see if it can take me through the range of emotions that this one does.  C'mon, if "the christmas bells that ring there are the clanging chimes of doom" doesn't give you a panic attack, you might not have feelings.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

What I listen to on repeat on my way to an exam



Makes me feel badass.  And just because Grammie C loves telling people to shove it:

If you don't like it, you can shove it
But you don't like it, you love it.

That's my personal motto... that, and everybody wang chung tonight.