Free Time?
I happily find myself with a free night. I have only one class to prepare for on Thursdays, and the big gaps in my schedule Mon-Wed afford me with a lot of time in the library, which means getting my reading done before I head home (and as a bonus, not having to lug these 30lb casebooks back and forth). So I figured I'd blog. And watch Law and Order... what else.
All of my classes have professors who employ the Socratic method, which sounds pretty intimidating, but from what I've seen thus far, it's not a big deal as long as you've done the reading. None of my profs are looking to humiliate anyone, which is good, because I've read horror stories. Plus, I enjoy reading cases, so this stuff is right up my alley. I like the current events cases in particular, such as the one in which an American citizen gets thrown into prison indefinitely without an opportunity to contest any charges against him. Shady stuff going on in the Executive Branch these past few years. Is it election time yet?
I'm also enjoying the malpractice torts, which will help me prepare for a career spent defending all the future doctors in my life. There's more money on the other side, but then I'm pretty sure Gina would leave me, and I'd lose half my friends (except for Gerald, who would understand).
To hedge my bet, I've made some new friends over the past week, including yet another white guy from Texas (I seem drawn to them, or vice versa) and a guy from Corvallis, both with whom I'll probably be hanging out a lot. There's also this guy who's the chaplain for freakin' San Quentin! We call him Padre, because that's what the prisoners call him. How many of you have used that as a reason for a friend's nickname?
One thing that's completely new to me is the simultaneous clatter of 90 keyboards when a prof says something important. It took me aback the first time I heard the foreign sound. In the old days, we had to use paper and pen... I actually am having to adjust to the concept of taking notes on a computer. This must be what it means to be old school. Or just old.
I was in the bookstore yesterday trying to find a t-shirt that just said Boalt or Boalt Hall, with no Cal or Berkeley on it at all. No luck. I'll keep looking. No way I'm putting those words on my body.
I know I said that I had a free night, but I really should make some headway on this weekend's reading...
My, how things have changed from undergrad. Was it that long ago?
All of my classes have professors who employ the Socratic method, which sounds pretty intimidating, but from what I've seen thus far, it's not a big deal as long as you've done the reading. None of my profs are looking to humiliate anyone, which is good, because I've read horror stories. Plus, I enjoy reading cases, so this stuff is right up my alley. I like the current events cases in particular, such as the one in which an American citizen gets thrown into prison indefinitely without an opportunity to contest any charges against him. Shady stuff going on in the Executive Branch these past few years. Is it election time yet?
I'm also enjoying the malpractice torts, which will help me prepare for a career spent defending all the future doctors in my life. There's more money on the other side, but then I'm pretty sure Gina would leave me, and I'd lose half my friends (except for Gerald, who would understand).
To hedge my bet, I've made some new friends over the past week, including yet another white guy from Texas (I seem drawn to them, or vice versa) and a guy from Corvallis, both with whom I'll probably be hanging out a lot. There's also this guy who's the chaplain for freakin' San Quentin! We call him Padre, because that's what the prisoners call him. How many of you have used that as a reason for a friend's nickname?
One thing that's completely new to me is the simultaneous clatter of 90 keyboards when a prof says something important. It took me aback the first time I heard the foreign sound. In the old days, we had to use paper and pen... I actually am having to adjust to the concept of taking notes on a computer. This must be what it means to be old school. Or just old.
I was in the bookstore yesterday trying to find a t-shirt that just said Boalt or Boalt Hall, with no Cal or Berkeley on it at all. No luck. I'll keep looking. No way I'm putting those words on my body.
I know I said that I had a free night, but I really should make some headway on this weekend's reading...
My, how things have changed from undergrad. Was it that long ago?
posted by Chang Kim at Wednesday, August 22, 2007
5 Comments:
i would definitely understand. especially if you need me to testify for a case for a large % of the take
Reading? That's it...I'm not going to Law School.
Well, hopefully you at least watched Top Chef!
I liked reading cases for the most part as well, except for some of the contract and property cases. All those weird Latin words...ugh.
Contracts and property are next semester, so maybe that's when the cases will suck.
I can't believe Tre got eliminated! Such BS! The path has been cleared for Hung.
Let me know when you use the "I am the law" line from my favorite mr dredd
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