clock & class
Inspired by the Spandau book, I have calculated that if law school were condensed to one day, it would currently be 8:51 p.m. Here's to celebrating until midnight. On another note, if this blog were condensed to a day, it would be 11:32 p.m. Just hold on for a half an hour, kiddies, and you will have survived all of the angst I have thrown at you.

Media news. I saw Revolutionary Road last night, which was pretty good in that it was extremely distressing to someone in my position. I finished Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil as the first book of 2009. I thought it was great; I haven't read any true crime since In Cold Blood, and this made me want to hie down to Savannah to check it all out. Next, I am renting a crane to put Thomas Pynchon's Against the Day on my desk. Luckily, I have no book quota this year, so I can take my sweet time meandering through its thousand-plus pages. They are bizarrely pleasant so far.

The Livejournal layoffs are sort of darkly funny. I've never really cared about the service, or the company. They give me the icons and the medium, and I give them $20 and just go. Even as a paying customer, I've paid little attention to their goings-on. It's changed a lot in the past six years, went corporate; outgrew itself, maybe. How hilarious it would be if it folded before I could finish this sucker out?

Some things never change: still impatiently refreshing the screen for grades. It's not as much out of fear as it was back in the day. It feels more like undergrad, where I just want to know how I did. There's a demented side to it too, this time: how do I do when I am hardly trying?

It turns out that there is a lot of law I would like to have learned, and not enough remaining time in law school to do it. I can't turn down Law & Lawyers in Literature, even though it sounds like a joke class. And how to turn down Church & State when Father Conlawga teaches the class? So that fills up several credits; Trusts & Estates (you want I make your will?) and Employment Law (with a Spartan professor, no less) round out my final classes ever. I might also audit Securities Litigation, which is Friday from 4-6. That is an unholy class hour, and I would only go at my convenience. I recoil from that time with every fiber of my being. But mm, securities.

That feels weird. Select your last classes. No more "I'll get to it next semester"s. Very final. I have weird thoughts like, "I don't need to take Crim Pro; I'll just learn it for the bar." The bar! I'm going to take the bar exam! In six months! Holy cow.

But that's life after law school, and there are more pressing matters at hand, such as planning 2009's first bar review, deciding which classes I am going to buy books for, and editing skits for the law revue show. Like a true scriptwriter, I furiously made hilarious notes onto a draft script, and then promptly lost the copy. Eff. I have to go scour my locker at school for it, or else recreate my genius -- a tenuous endeavor.