"In vacant or in pensive mood..." I am: Bekah; 24; Law Student / Favorite Things: Carbs (so there!), Johnny Damon, Smiling at babies, Grilled cheese, Comfortable silence / Favorite Supreme Court Justice: Brennan / Favorite Wilson: Owen by an inch / Today's Special: Song: Elliott Smith, "Bled White"; Quote: "You know, there's like a butt-load of gangs at this school. This one gang kept wanting me to join because I'm pretty good with a bowstaff." Please love me: mmbekah@yahoo.com

 
First year is over, and the celebration was all I hoped it would be. Two days later, and I've still got a headache. But it's the best hangover I've ever had. It is with deepest regret that I must inform you that I'll be missing in action for a week or so. I'm driving to North Carolina today, and the house there is not 21st century-friendly. It's not even really 20th century-friendly. But it is very conducive to curling up on the sofa and reading 500 books that have nothing to do with sales or equitable servitudes. Several books are on deck, including: a history of baseball (my priority this summer is to become an expert in the field...or the diamond, ha), The Sirens of Titan, Lolita, Fever Pitch, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter, Truth in Context (one of my philosophy prof's books), and a biography of Wittgenstein. We'll see how many of those I can knock off. In the meantime, hang on because I'm going to be a research assistant this summer and will therefore be glued to the computer every day. Lots of memories to be made, friends. And then in July I'm heading to Amsterdam, which will be all kinds of exciting for you and me. So hang on for a bit while I recuperate. Love and miss.

posted by Bekah at 1:50 PM :: |

 
I always knew Property Law was funny. My professor, though almost impossible to hear, did manage to convey one important phrase: "Get off my damn land." For my professor, that phrase encapsulated the essence of Property Law. No matter what the issue, or how subtle the concept, the entire discipline could be reduced to that one concise sentiment. Today, my friend Greg took the humor of Property to a new level. This will be entirely lost on most, but for first year law students, I think it might be amusing. Especially if you're as delerious/overworked as I am. Greg, upon observing a wayward coffehouse patron, remarked: "That guy's one life estate short of a fee simple." Oh my lord, how we all laughed. And laughed. And then cried because we were so freaking pathetic. Other words/concepts that have served as sources of immeasurable amusement during the hell that is exams include: disengorgement (heh), owelty (really random word), vigorous zeal, fiduciary (sound it out: fi-doosh-iary; heh) Fiandaca (hilarious case name), and the fact that the Maine Rule for hostility in adverse possession is not observed in Maine. Someone seriously needs to save us.

In the meantime, I have one more exam. One 3 hour torture session between me and uperclassdom. Thursday night better watch out.

posted by Bekah at 9:56 PM :: |

 
So on Monday morning before my exam I went to the coffeehouse to study at around 7:30. My exam was at 1:30. By around 10:00, the sight of future interests and easements was beginning to make me physically ill. I had to get away. So I did what any normal person would do under the circumstances. I got a haircut. And I'm telling you, it is the perfect thing to do before an exam. (Note that it's clearly not the perfect thing to do if you often have severely traumatic experiences with haircuts. I generally have a pretty nonchalant attitude toward my hair, since it does tend to grow back and stuff). Anyway, there's something very satisfying about having someone maintain your personal hygeine for you. Especially at a point when you haven't been doing a good job of that yourself (um, did I shower today? I can't remember, because I can't tell the difference between today and last Wednesday, or Saturday, or any day really. There are no weeks, there are no weekends. There is only "exam period," which feels like an eternity). The hair is pretty short (chin length maybe?), and I think it kind of threw people off at the exam. Which was actually my master plan all along...wahaha. Kidding, but I kind of wish I really thought that way. That sort of manipulative attitude is why people succeed in law school.

Kate and I studied for Legal Profession this morning, and it was quite a scene. I took it upon myself to walk across the street to the Rite Aid to buy tabs (because tabbing rule books is essential to studying),and bought a straw hat ($4.99) that was hanging on the stand by the checkout line. It's basically a cross between Indiana Jones and Martha Stewart. Or Panama Jack, as Kate observed. Either way, it looked damn good. Especially with the new haircut. You know, I don't think I'm allowed to make fun of people at the coffeehouse for being weird ever again. I am no better than the psycho Looney Toons tanktop guy or the freak with the No Fear baseball hat and the phlegm problem.
posted by Bekah at 4:07 PM :: |