Cognitive Dissonance

Over Thanksgiving break, my father remarked to me that he hoped my job offer was still good after the sub-prime mortgage mess. I piped up, "Oh, I do. Remember the San Diego wildfires? My firm represents San Diego's largest insurer, so we'll be defending against all those insurance claims."

This after I cheerily announced that I still believed in the good of humanity, even the good of my firm, even after three years of law school.

Garbage

It's amazing how much garbage gets published. It's just unreadable.

Writing

I aspire to be a good writer. In some ways, I think I already am. But law school, and "legal" writing in general, have confounded me into thinking that there actually is no such thing as good writing. At least, not in this profession.

You might recall that I'm writing a paper on guest-workers (note the hyphen). My research has unearthed pages and pages of bad, bad writing from ostensibly "good" (read: tenured) writers at law schools all over the country. Reading all that garbage has made we wonder if there are any truly bold, new ideas for guest-worker programs and immigration, or if the debate is just a broken record of the same arguments, repeated over and over again.

The 3L in me should embrace the broken record; if legal scholars can't think of anything new, then I certainly shouldn't have to, either. But the honest-L in me yearns to differ.

Vision is overrated

Two weeks ago, I had the unfortunate experience of having two physicians inform me that my body is deficient in two separate ways. First, the sports doctor told me that my patellae are abnormally loose, which makes for painful running.

Second, the eye doctor told me that my eyes are abnormally dry, which makes for no contact lenses. She also intimated that I might need new glasses, but that I should wait until my follow-up to be sure.

Problem is, my (potentially insufficient) glasses already make my head hurt. So this morning I took them off during Evidence, where I sit in the back of the classroom.

Law school isn't nearly as painful when it's blurry.

Progress!

Today, Lunch Pal and I had our weekly Friday lunch outside the Faculty Lunch room. We did not get invited in, but one of the professors did bring out a tray of cookies for us. And only for us, not the other students who also happened to be eating nearby.

I'm so glad my mother taught me the importance of having goals.

Siesta

3L year has brought back the mid-day nap, and boy, is it great. At least, I think it is. I'm still groggy from today's so I'm not 100% certain.