Nothing Happened Last Week

Well, what a week it has been. I'm not sure if I should break this up into multiple posts, as there are multiple subjects to be discussed here. I guess we'll see.

One week ago today, hot partner and I argued before members of the Supreme Court of three different states.* It was pretty fucking awesome. We lost, though. I prefer to think of it as "they won," 'cause they really did a fantastic job. The dude who did my issue was particularly fantastic - and I'm happy for him, even though I don't particularly like him. He comes into play a little later this week, too, but I digress.

Hot partner dropped the ball on one question. It was a question the answer to which we had discussed about a week and a half earlier - bottom line, she should've known the answer off the top of her head. I have about a a fraction of 1% of regret about this specific instance, though. She did her best, and she rules in so many other ways that it is an easily forgivable offense.

But it's all done now. Like I said, it was a kick-ass experience - I even got some nice personal comments from some of the justices (Supreme Court Justices! that rules). Hey, for those of you that know me, and hot partner, please don't let it be known that I wrote this stuff. I know there's 3 of you (at least, or at most; who knows which) who read this who go to school with me. I'd never get over it if she read this. But does this keep me from writing it? No. Probably because I've been drinking.

So, that happened. And then I remembered I had other classes I was supposed to be reading for. I was so happy that the competition was over, but now I realize I have so much to do to make up for how much I put into that damn thing. Get this though, too - hot partner is EIC of Law Review, so she's probably spending twice as much time as I am at school. Actually I know she is, 'cause she keeps sending me submitted articles to read, including a 113-page article on how the 14th Amendment has been too widely expanded all these years, and it all started with Justice Fields back in the day. 113 pages??? Are you freaking kidding me?! No, she wasn't. But, to her credit, hot partner/EIC up and read it herself till late Friday night. It's not like she couldn't be out there livin' it up.

(I just remembered I was supposed to write something for our school newspaper, and I forgot. The guy who goaded me into just logged into IM, and I hope he doesn't message me with a reminder. I guess I'll whip that out before we're back on Tuesday. Sorry 'bout that, dude.)

One of those classes I've been ignoring is one taught by a brash young new professor, whom most of us dislike on one level or another. I actually think he's a pretty good prof - arguably one of the smarter profs we have here - but I know a lot of people think he's not a good teacher. Anyway, during and after this much ballyhooed competition, most, if not all, of my professors, past and present, gave me some sort of "way to go" or "attaboy." I expected that - most of these profs are good, nice people. None are what I would consider a friend (unlike in undergrad); there is a sort of disconnect between a law student and his professor (there are exceptions, of course; see, e.g., law students house-sitting for sabbaticalling prof).

So, after so many profs had patted my back, I sort of expected the same from this prof. But no. Nothin'. Well, that's not entirely true - I think it was the day of the semifinals, we happened to be in the can together, and he said, "well, you're rolling along in (name of competition here)." I think I said, "yep." What do you sau to that? It wasn't a compliment, a congratulations, a giving-of-advice, it was a "look, the sky is blue." A statement of fact. Gee, you're too much, I'm blushing.

So, as a result of this, I've decided to boycott voluntarily speaking in his class. This is the kind of class where people generally don't talk, save for a few. This is generally due to many factors - the difficulty of the material, the oft-incomprehensibility of the questions. Well, I am no longer one of those few. It feels a little immature and childish to be doing this, but I always come back to thinking, "fuck him." It feels good to think that for some reason.

Oh, and my intramural softball team went 0-5 this season. It's a little unbelievable, frankly. We have some good athletes on our team, or at the very least we are comparable to every other team we played this year. For 4 of those losses we were up early, then pissed away the lead. Very frustrating. The final loss came to the team headed up by the guy mentioned above who co-won the competition, the less-than-likable one. There's another member of their team who is also highly disliked by some members of our team, and for very good reasons - I have thankfully stayed clear of that drama, and stayed friends with both him and those members of my pitiful team.

So, at the beginning of the season, we siad, "if we win only one game this season, it has to be this one." So what do we do? Get ten-runned, game over in 31 minutes. Fuck. I wanted to go back out drinking (the game was at 11pm - and yes, most of us had been out beforehand), but everyone was so depressed that we all just went home. Fucking ridiculous - or inane, if you will.

*I guess I'm still trying be anonymous here. Really, I just don't want some future employer to find this; also, I don't want the peers I shit-talk to find it either. Also, Harriet Myers shouldn't find it, 'cause that bitch can be scary when she gets mad.