Day 661: Fast times at Griffendork High
Aug. 27th, 2008 10:06 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzWhat does this have to do with law school? I wasn't sure myself. On my second day as a 2L, I waltzed through the halls, fairly happy and merrily bouncing on my way to my locker (though thoroughly annoyed that our parking lot is essentially full at half seven in the morning!) I noticed a poster that boasted the title "Fast Times at Griffendork High." It was clearly some HP fandom parody, and involved that picture of Harry and Cho kissing (to me one of the most awkward onscreen kisses ever), a picture of McGonangall, Dumbledore, Hermione, and some woman decidedly not from HP fandom. The date listed for this awesome event was October 27th, so I assumed, rather foolishly, that it was some sort of Halloween fun planned by the undergrads and merely advertised in the law school. I even thought it would be fun to go. The poster did promise lots of high school drama, so I was thinking this was some sort of panto play, but upon closer examination of the poster, I discovered the horrifying truth.
Fast times at Griffendork high is for moot court. That's right. My uber cool appellate court advocacy exercise is based in HP fandom. While this was amusing for about ten seconds, I knew it end up being horrific, as I will probably end up hating the moot court brief writing business and will probably hate HP fandom and all related phenomena by the time the 6th film comes out, which troubles me greatly, because don't want to hate it. But I probably will. And I love HP, but really, I also love the facade of dignity that law school affords me. This has killed it all.
Legal writing in the morning only amplified my nervousness for moot court. Moot court is like high school prom hell. All the anxiety of asking someone to prom coupled with the knowledge that the wrong partner could spell my doom grade-wise in a single course made everything worse. But I asked Carlo, whom I'd decided on last semester. What did he tell me? Wait till Crim Pro, which we have together, and he'd tell me then. It was like prom season all day, hanging around in the locker room and asking each other, "So, did you get asked?" I knew I'd feel like a rejected date if Carlo said no, and I planned on having Paul as a back-up option, but I couldn't think of a way to ask him without coming off like he was my back-up, second-choice date to the ball. Not that he'd care, I don't think, but still. So Carlo and I are in it to win it, and we're going to work hard. I'm hoping the good people - who are not necessarily the ambitious people - will suicide themselves out of the first round and make things easier for us. Which makes our win - if we do win - unrealistic and less satisfying, but it will be less stress for me as well.
In legal writing I sit with Matt, Paul, Sylvia, and Jordan, which makes me happy. It's nice to have friends in classes, because at first, in Crim Law, I thought I had none.
Lunch was good - and we had an awesome turnout. There is one other single LDS girl here, a 1L named Angela who has joined the ranks of the loser's corner, and loads of guys in the first year. Of course, there's no telling who showed up for the food and who will come consistently, but it's nice to know there's a big group of us.
Crim Pro looks like it'll be awesome. I sit next to pretty blond Gabriel, who was one of my few Section B friends from 1L (and is a fellow Libertarian and Federalist Society buddy). Melilli is funny, a good speaker, and has lots of cool stories (including one about Rudy Giuliani, which really makes me rethink how Slytherin-like lawyers are; they come off as nutty Ravenclaws in analysis, psycho-zealous Hufflepuffs in advocacy, Gryffindors in court room boldness, and Slytherins in all the powerful people they so very casually know and are willing to pull favors with). His class will be hard work, an average of four to five cases a night per reading, but I can do it.
I stuck around after Crim Pro to study for a bit, and then went home. Ate little, because I wasn't hungry, and went to my first ever baseball game at Rosenblatt with Amber, Dustin D., Natalie the Pharm student, Dan D., and Danielle, and also Keith, one of my new home teachers. We missed the National Anthem, which made me sad, but we found seats - the place was pretty empty - and settled in to watch. All in all, the Royals sucked hardcore, and the Zephyrs blew them out of the water, but Amber was rooting for the Zephyrs anyway. I didn't realize Dan was so funny, and we made mean jokes all night about how the pink-shirted girls prancing around and clapping and helping with the Staff Olympics were probably Hooters rejects. We razzed the Royals' second pitcher, did the Seventh inning stretch, ate way too much candy floss and peanuts (Dustin shared the nuts, Natalie and I shared the candy floss) and in general chilled out and had a good time.
This morning it rained fiercely. The power went out at my flat for a few minutes, but I had a torch and a nifty little pop light to keep myself illuminated so I could finish packing up for school, and then I realized that I wouldn't be able to get out of the parking lot without power. Luckily, it came back on, and I headed to school. I got the very last parking spot in the lower garage, and it wasn't even a quarter to eight in the morning. Kent told me that when he left at around half ten the night before the garage had a good two dozen cars in it. Methinks the undergrads are using our parking lot as their dorm parking. I am annoyed.
I am also slight damp from the rain, and cold, but my nifty Slytherin jacket keeps me warm, and I am ready for Evidence class.
I think.
Witness examination for the first time this afternoon, and I'm nervous. We'll see how it goes. I hope my group can rustle up enough time for rehearsal twice a week. I refuse to jump through hoops for law review, but I'd like to be on a trial team.
Anyway. Class soon. I should go.
Nagi, signing out.
Fast times at Griffendork high is for moot court. That's right. My uber cool appellate court advocacy exercise is based in HP fandom. While this was amusing for about ten seconds, I knew it end up being horrific, as I will probably end up hating the moot court brief writing business and will probably hate HP fandom and all related phenomena by the time the 6th film comes out, which troubles me greatly, because don't want to hate it. But I probably will. And I love HP, but really, I also love the facade of dignity that law school affords me. This has killed it all.
Legal writing in the morning only amplified my nervousness for moot court. Moot court is like high school prom hell. All the anxiety of asking someone to prom coupled with the knowledge that the wrong partner could spell my doom grade-wise in a single course made everything worse. But I asked Carlo, whom I'd decided on last semester. What did he tell me? Wait till Crim Pro, which we have together, and he'd tell me then. It was like prom season all day, hanging around in the locker room and asking each other, "So, did you get asked?" I knew I'd feel like a rejected date if Carlo said no, and I planned on having Paul as a back-up option, but I couldn't think of a way to ask him without coming off like he was my back-up, second-choice date to the ball. Not that he'd care, I don't think, but still. So Carlo and I are in it to win it, and we're going to work hard. I'm hoping the good people - who are not necessarily the ambitious people - will suicide themselves out of the first round and make things easier for us. Which makes our win - if we do win - unrealistic and less satisfying, but it will be less stress for me as well.
In legal writing I sit with Matt, Paul, Sylvia, and Jordan, which makes me happy. It's nice to have friends in classes, because at first, in Crim Law, I thought I had none.
Lunch was good - and we had an awesome turnout. There is one other single LDS girl here, a 1L named Angela who has joined the ranks of the loser's corner, and loads of guys in the first year. Of course, there's no telling who showed up for the food and who will come consistently, but it's nice to know there's a big group of us.
Crim Pro looks like it'll be awesome. I sit next to pretty blond Gabriel, who was one of my few Section B friends from 1L (and is a fellow Libertarian and Federalist Society buddy). Melilli is funny, a good speaker, and has lots of cool stories (including one about Rudy Giuliani, which really makes me rethink how Slytherin-like lawyers are; they come off as nutty Ravenclaws in analysis, psycho-zealous Hufflepuffs in advocacy, Gryffindors in court room boldness, and Slytherins in all the powerful people they so very casually know and are willing to pull favors with). His class will be hard work, an average of four to five cases a night per reading, but I can do it.
I stuck around after Crim Pro to study for a bit, and then went home. Ate little, because I wasn't hungry, and went to my first ever baseball game at Rosenblatt with Amber, Dustin D., Natalie the Pharm student, Dan D., and Danielle, and also Keith, one of my new home teachers. We missed the National Anthem, which made me sad, but we found seats - the place was pretty empty - and settled in to watch. All in all, the Royals sucked hardcore, and the Zephyrs blew them out of the water, but Amber was rooting for the Zephyrs anyway. I didn't realize Dan was so funny, and we made mean jokes all night about how the pink-shirted girls prancing around and clapping and helping with the Staff Olympics were probably Hooters rejects. We razzed the Royals' second pitcher, did the Seventh inning stretch, ate way too much candy floss and peanuts (Dustin shared the nuts, Natalie and I shared the candy floss) and in general chilled out and had a good time.
This morning it rained fiercely. The power went out at my flat for a few minutes, but I had a torch and a nifty little pop light to keep myself illuminated so I could finish packing up for school, and then I realized that I wouldn't be able to get out of the parking lot without power. Luckily, it came back on, and I headed to school. I got the very last parking spot in the lower garage, and it wasn't even a quarter to eight in the morning. Kent told me that when he left at around half ten the night before the garage had a good two dozen cars in it. Methinks the undergrads are using our parking lot as their dorm parking. I am annoyed.
I am also slight damp from the rain, and cold, but my nifty Slytherin jacket keeps me warm, and I am ready for Evidence class.
I think.
Witness examination for the first time this afternoon, and I'm nervous. We'll see how it goes. I hope my group can rustle up enough time for rehearsal twice a week. I refuse to jump through hoops for law review, but I'd like to be on a trial team.
Anyway. Class soon. I should go.
Nagi, signing out.
