My Window Seat

Because of my grades and general inability to stop "keeping my options open," I've been toying with the idea of transferring to another law school (possibly one the grand city of Schmanhattan*). I visited a possible school last weekend and attended a class (I officially can't wait until I'm a 2L and can take courses like Tax and Evidence - I am a dork because I'm serious), walked around the campus and eavesdropped on some students to get a feel to for the place. I was really impressed, both with the facilities and their international programs and support for students considering non law-firm paths either initially or at some point in their careers. The students were friendly and didn't all wear power suits to class, as I had feared.

The one thing that really struck me was the immense difference geography can make in the atmosphere of a place. I am sitting in my favorite spot on campus, a cozy, cushiony window seat that overlooks the courtyard, watching people walk to class, smoke cancer sticks, and basically mill about below me, attempting to read my Constitutional Law homework for the class I have in 20 minutes and listening to Yonder Mountain String Band on my iPod. Somehow, looking at the trees, blue sky and puppy outside, I have a hard time imagining this scene in the brushed steel and glass lobby of Schmolumbia. It's not a criticism, just an observation; I might like the bustle and hustle of NYC, but would I like it day to day? Or would I start to miss the trees and grass and cozy window seats?

*name changed to protect identity

Hillary

Now that she's clearly toast (knock on wood, assuming no Wag the Dog-esque tactics before OH and TX), I'm starting to feel a little bad for the Hill.

She doesn't seem to know what to do with herself in the underdog position, as her campaign strategy was always "I'm going to be the nominee, so you should nominate me, peeps!" She's clearly an extremely intelligent woman with tons of baggage, a liability spouse, and some slower-than-molasses-to-react campaign managers. Despite that, she's the first serious, (somewhat) viable woman candidate for president, and she deserves some respect - if it weren't for Bill and her record of hawkishness on Iraq, I think she could have been great.

But I'd really like the first woman president to be a kick-ass woman who doesn't need to count her years playing second-fiddle to her husband as "experience," someone who didn't settle and wait for her turn at bat, you know? A liberal Condoleeza Rice, you know? PhD, take-no-prisoners, don't-need-a-man Condi (minus the whole crazy-ass Republican thing) is my kind of lady. So, let's have some Barack, and then in 8 years, elect Liberal Condi.

New York and Home

New York:
Italian Food
Expensive Drinks
Eggs Benedict
Central Park
Strawberry Fields (Forevah)
1 Train Downtown
Hot Dogs
H&M
Times Square
Sushi
The Ladies Who Are The Light Of My Life (L*, E* & N*, you know who you are)
Lemonvodkaade
Butternut Squash Chili (fatfreevegan.com)
PINKBERRY (crazy good)

Home:
Babies
Babies
Babies
Outlines

For the German/English speakers among you...

Oh Westlaw Printer, oh Westlaw Printer,

Wie schoen sind deiner Blaetter?

They're free not only at finals time,

Schon auch im Winter wenn es schneit,

Oh Westlaw Printer, oh Westlaw Printer,

Wie schoen sind deiner Blaetter???

I should be working, but instead I'm doing this tonight:

~*~Snow, Snow, Snow, Snow, SNOW~*~

It's snowing! I never thought I'd want it to snow again after the maelstrom of badness that occurred during the last Nor'easter (have I mentioned Bostonians can't drive? Like, not even a little?), but I'm actually excited! The piles of old dirty snow are now covered in a nice dusting of white powder and the trees are looking very WinterWonderland-y.

I got up early enough to walk to school this morning, and there were puppy tracks from my corner almost all the way (about 1.5 miles), which is kind of an awesome way to start the day. I felt like Nancy Drew hot on the trail of the runaway puppy! The Hardy Boys and Missing Maltese! Tom Swift and the Meandering Mastiff!

Sometimes, when I'm not in a car, waiting in line, paying for something, and it's safely between football and baseball seasons, Boston is quite all right.

Bad Idea, Cont.

So the professor of the Professional Responsibility is an assistant dean. Our Constitutional Law professor is THE Dean. Of the whole law school. Guess they talk.

Today in class, accent boy got called on to ask a question about California, and the Dean (straight-laced older man with monogrammed shirts lots of gravitas) asks him, "So, what kind of power do you think Governor Schwarzenegger would have in this situation?" Pause. Blink.

PRICELESS.