Alas

My favorite American Idol contestant was sent home, just as he was really letting his hippie freak flag fly! Now, if you know me, you know I could by no definition be considered a stoner, and only ever considered myself mildly crunchy in relation to family and friends. The truth is labels are all relative, something you discover over and over again in life. In WV, I am out there progressive and liberal, at Macalester I was a party hack moderate, and in Boston, at a Jesuit law school, what am I? I'm one of the crunchiest, hippiest granolas you can find! Never have I experienced the sheer volume of designer clothing-on-a-daily-basis-wearing, upper class "but I'm really working class," summer home-owning, golf-playing, I-can't-believe-you-don't-wear makeup/straighten your hair/shave your legs every day/own Uggs/know John Kerry personally-gaping crowd of people. I know I'm being slightly hyperbolic, and there are many wonderful people here, whom I respect a lot; I'm simply trying to explain why I feel the need to point out, for the second time on my blog, my favorite American Idol contestant of the year. Yes, he chose a Bob Marley hit and a Bob Dylan classic, and kinda screwed them up for his last performance, but you know what? It was kind of awesome watching someone roll their eyes and be clearly out of place in a pop competition, refusing to take it as seriously as it takes itself. I aspire to be the doofy, crunchy Jason Castro of LegalEagle school. And I'm not going to cover up my tattoo for interview season either. Take that career services!