ramblings

The weather is dreary and my energy is sapped leaving me unable to write any form of cohesive thoughts. Instead I just wanted to ramble. Deal with it.

-Is it bad or good when the new Starbucks barista who has worked there a grand total of four times recognizes me and asks for my name since, "I'm trying to learn all the regulars". Also, is it bad or good that I didn't recognize her myself and had no recollection of her ever serving me there. What does that a) say for my zombie state in the mornings before my IV of caffeine, b) its impressive as hell that she knows I'm a regular after only working there for four days, does that mean the other baristas talk about me? Am I famous???!!!

-McGonagall's last name is distinctly jewish. Like jewdar is going off, she might as well have 'stein' or 'stone' be part of her last name, she shits bagels and lox... the whole deal (disclaimer, I'm allowed to be saying this because my forefathers were also in the dessert for some forty odd years along with hers - our mutual ancestors probably split unleavened bread together at some point and talked about the weather and what a bitch Moses was for not letting them worship a golden calf). So how does this Jewish lawyer who (I think) is from NYC know ANYTHING about cows and farming? Also, how does she know anything about how "mean peacocks can get". Yes, this came up in class. In a section involving PRODUCT LIABILITY. Try to get your to brain process that. No, it still doesn't totally make sense to me either.

-While most people are looking forward to Thanksgiving and recounting hilarious past Tgivings with silly Uncle Lester or the fabulous butter cake that Aunt Molly always makes,  I am currently trying to figure out ways to smuggle a flask in my onesie. BACKSTORY: my brother and I have decided that it will be hilarious to buy adult size onesie pj's and wear them to Thanksgiving (henceforth known as Frenchie's idea of hell or the missing book in Dante's literary exploration of the afterlife). I don't really know why we are wearing adult size onsies (it was an idea hatched at 1:30 in the morning via text), but I know that at least for myself and my brother we will be endlessly entertained by them. And they are super sexy. Observe. MORE BACKSTORY: Thanksgiving with my family is not fun. There will be yelling. There will be kosher food. There will be accusations of who is prettier and who got fatter (and this is all just the adults). Sooo, if anyone has an idea of how to slip a flask into my onesie hook a girl up.

~Frenchie

pop culture in law school

I love when professors try to spice up materials and drop in pop culture references to 'connect' with their students (the fact that there is a fifty+ guy with a rolling backpack in D2 who only wears law school related t-shirts is something I will discuss another time). My Torts professor is essentially Minerva McGonagall with a death stare I can only hope to emulate some day. I was floating in the peaceful bliss of half-asleep stupor when through the fuzzy pink clouds and ponies of my mind I heard McGongall say: "if Dorothy dropped a house on you and you somehow survived but were terrified of ever going outside again - because you feared another house might drop on you someday - then you can sue Dorothy for emotional distress". Now I was hoping for some pop culture law references in relation to Lohan's jail time or Naomi Campbell's penchant for assaulting the help with phones... but I'll take what I can get at around 8:45 in the morning.

The depressing thing is that hearing a case related back to The Wizard of Oz did take temporarily take away the hurt of having slipped into bed only five hours before. It is the little things that make me happy.

~Frenchie

you know you are in law school when...

I'm riding the T with my friend Cher (obvious pseudonym is obvious. I would die if I could actually be within two feet of sparkles/glitter/drag-queen/legend/JackMcFarlandjustcreamedinhispants) and I watch the car slowly filling with people who keep miraculously upright on the Boston transit system's version of Magic Mountain.  I can't help but wonder aloud how good of a case there would be if someone fell and injured themselves. There obviously aren't enough handrails, people are being pushed up against strangers, the floor is slippery from the rain, and I get to be the smug and contented asshole now getting dirty looks as I sit in one of the few available seats.

Cher gets us even more attention as she chimes in with the even BETTER scenario that if there was a fire most people wouldn't be able to escape and that would result in even bigger damages for our client. Whee!

Both of us are carrying several law books - just to make sure people know that we aren't undergraduates- but there is no mistaking the glares from people slowly realizing that we are law school assholes (the fact that Cher and I then start musing on who we could get the most money from by taking them to court - the city of Boston, the transit system, or both - probably tipped them off).

Boston is a city full of law students. I'm sure this discussion has been hashed out a million times before by many many others (hell, the first month of Torts we spent a good two weeks discussing what kind of liability a germaphobe could get if s/he was accidentally touched while riding the T). Still this discussion goes on for a good twenty minutes more than it needed to and in the end the main conclusion Cher and I come to in our ohgodfinalsareapproaching state is that we think we have finally crashed the threshold into being actual future lawyers.  It takes a special person to think about death and suffering and compute that into damages and liability; I am happy to say that law school has now made me see potential liability in everything. Is this good or bad? Who knows. But it does put the goodness and perkiness of Elle Woods into a whole new sinister perspective for me.

~Frenchie