Tuesday, September 16, 2008
One Month in Thrill
Well, I promised myself I would post again when Alli did, so now that she is posting with intimidating regularity, I am compelled to write a little something.
In the past month, I have moved into my apartment, made it fairly livable and begun my legal education. Isaac and I are the proud owners of a used table. The table opens up and a leaf pops out from under it to increase the seating size from four to five and a half. I have my government coupons for a digital converter for my old-school bunny ears, so I can watch the news in "hd." At the moment only PBS/UNC-TV comes in crystal clear, almost more so than reality.
If you have already heard me talk about school, you can skip this paragraph. Law school is hard. I get up, read, go to class, read/eat lunch, go back for two more classes and then read until I bus it home for dinner. After dinner and maybe reading some free Times, I return to school for as long as I can stand to do hw before retiring for the night. I have two classes Monday and Friday and three classes during the "hump" of the week. I learn about where courts can assert their jurisdiction in Civil Procedure, the various ridiculous things that people do and are sued for in Torts, and what constitutes property and possession in Property. RRWA (rah-wah) is Reading, Reasoning, Writing and Advocacy and is clearly destined to be our most useful course in the real lawyer world. Naturally it is only once a week and pass/fail, though it does extend to next semester. For those of you who know what an Inscoe class is like, law school classes are like that, but with more reading and highlighting. Brandeis or any liberal arts class really fails to compare unless you have an extremely demanding professor.
Speaking of Brandeis, UNC is not it. First of all, there is a Hillel building, not room. There is no orthodox service (though one could go down the road) and the population is generall spread evenly over Conservative, Reform and Alternative (which varies from week to week). Everyone reconvenes for dinner, and then I try to coerce people to hang out as long as possible before everyone goes off to do hw or bars. From there I tend to meander home. Shabbat day generally consists of waking up late and reading a week's worth of Times on my porch. Motzash is socialization or college football (boy did OSU get killed). This weekend portends to be of epic proportions, as two (three?) parties are already in the works.
I find the things I miss most are rolling over and going back to sleep and listening to music.
It is past bedtime.
In the past month, I have moved into my apartment, made it fairly livable and begun my legal education. Isaac and I are the proud owners of a used table. The table opens up and a leaf pops out from under it to increase the seating size from four to five and a half. I have my government coupons for a digital converter for my old-school bunny ears, so I can watch the news in "hd." At the moment only PBS/UNC-TV comes in crystal clear, almost more so than reality.
If you have already heard me talk about school, you can skip this paragraph. Law school is hard. I get up, read, go to class, read/eat lunch, go back for two more classes and then read until I bus it home for dinner. After dinner and maybe reading some free Times, I return to school for as long as I can stand to do hw before retiring for the night. I have two classes Monday and Friday and three classes during the "hump" of the week. I learn about where courts can assert their jurisdiction in Civil Procedure, the various ridiculous things that people do and are sued for in Torts, and what constitutes property and possession in Property. RRWA (rah-wah) is Reading, Reasoning, Writing and Advocacy and is clearly destined to be our most useful course in the real lawyer world. Naturally it is only once a week and pass/fail, though it does extend to next semester. For those of you who know what an Inscoe class is like, law school classes are like that, but with more reading and highlighting. Brandeis or any liberal arts class really fails to compare unless you have an extremely demanding professor.
Speaking of Brandeis, UNC is not it. First of all, there is a Hillel building, not room. There is no orthodox service (though one could go down the road) and the population is generall spread evenly over Conservative, Reform and Alternative (which varies from week to week). Everyone reconvenes for dinner, and then I try to coerce people to hang out as long as possible before everyone goes off to do hw or bars. From there I tend to meander home. Shabbat day generally consists of waking up late and reading a week's worth of Times on my porch. Motzash is socialization or college football (boy did OSU get killed). This weekend portends to be of epic proportions, as two (three?) parties are already in the works.
I find the things I miss most are rolling over and going back to sleep and listening to music.
It is past bedtime.
