I am very, very bald. Like Lex Luthor or Powder bald. I’ve been balding since I was 17, so finally, this summer, I decided my hair can’t dump me, I’m dumping it. So I’ve been shaving my head since. Today was the first day I walked in the rain with a freshly shorn scalp. The plinking on my head was like eating pop rocks. It was kinda cool.
I had prepared a rant about the flatscreen monitors now installed at BLS. But then I found out Westlaw donated them. Regardless, Westlaw could have donated that cash to something useful, like scholarships or some freaking air sanitizer in 120. The crawling text they’ve got going on right now makes this place feel like an airport lounge. It’s kind of an unnecessary addition – how much really goes on here that needs to be scrolled on the TV for weeks? I think they should at least put some videos of happy things up there. Bears playing in a field. Yes.
Last, I feel empty, like I just got broken up with. You see, intramural moot court is now over. It gave me purpose, something to work for and it paid off nicely (we won kudos, handshakes and cash). Each day I could look forward to thinking of ways to judo chop opposing counsel’s argument, preemptively defusing rebuttals or plugging holes in my argument. It also give my adrenal glands a good workout. It was fantastic to have something exciting in life.
But on Sunday, when I woke up with the hangover fog coating my brain (I earned it) it was back to memorizing elements of adverse possession. Oh joy of joys. Man, I can’t wait to hammer the crap out of my keyboard for three hours in early November, ACTUAL EXCLUSIVE OPEN NOTORIOUS BOOYAH!! Damn I love vomitting back information as quickly as possible! How relevant to our careers!
I hope you can detect my deep sarcasm. I need to learn to come to terms with beating my keyboard to death every 9 weeks because that’s the law school game (or 16 weeks if you’re a semester person). I can’t change it, so I better get used to it. Doesn’t mean I’ll like it, ever.
But as with all things, some new opportunity will come along and when it does, I’m going full bore. It’s what I do when there’s not much else in life to do. Nature hates a void. I hate floating in one.
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