"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

 
Girls and Boys

I'm taking a class called Law and Gender this semester, and it really looks to be my best class in law school. I worked for the prof this summer and helped choose the casebook, etc. To the naysayers (basically all the guys I know) who say that it is useless I only say this: A class based on issues surrounding sex and gender should not only interest women, it should interest everyone. The fact that there are only about 5 or 6 men in the class is actually extremely depressing to me, as is the idea that anyone would devalue the significance of issues like rape, employment discrimination, reproductive choice, and the like. Gender issues implicate men just as much as women, if not more, and no matter how much women discuss the issue, it's going to have to be collaborative if we want to reach a completely satisfactory state. All I know is that one of my guy friends asked me how "Law and Bitches" was going and I immediately wrote my professor and told her that this class couldn't have come soon enough.

posted by Bekah at 8:20 AM :: |

 
And I'm Back

Ah, yes, school has started again. And even if the cacophony of "how was your break?"s resounding through the law school halls hadn't tipped me off, I would still have plenty of evidence of the onset of the semester. Everything is exactly the same. Tonight is a perfect example. After a certain time at night, they (das man?) lock the doors of the law school and it becomes card-access only. I came to school tonight to do some work and the door was locked. This wouldn't be a problem for a normal person. But I am not a normal person, and I was also carrying the following objects: Evidence book, planner (yes, I'm a staunch supporter of weekly organization, call me old fashioned), Whole Foods salad, cup of coffee, and cell phone. When confronted with the locked door, I stepped back for a second and evaluated my options. I finally decided to put everything down on a bench and take out my id, swipe it, pick everything back up, and open the door. I attempted this, but by the time I picked everything back up, the door was locked again. So I tried it again, moving extra fast, and managed to drop my phone and spill my coffee everywhere. And the door was locked again. I eventually realized that I had to do some serious rearranging so that I could have a free hand and be prepared at the precise moment that the door unlocked. This took me approximately 10 minutes to figure out. And the worst part? A small group of little law school bastards were standing right inside and never bothered to help me. Kids today.

posted by Bekah at 7:40 PM :: |