My law school odyssey: three years, three time zones and beyond.
I put in my second nonrefundable deposit at school yesterday, while on a day trip to San Francisco with Karen to see her school's spring show. One of my favorite pieces, I'm slightly embarrassed to admit, was a brightly-colored photograph of a well-built, completely naked guy pouring two gallon jugs of milk over himself -- very much the kind of thing I'd never even think to imagine. There were so many pieces there that I never would have thought to imagine, from a series of photographs of various pieces of hardware attached to various fruits to a self-portrait of a woman riding a rubber duckie in a bathroom sink. I was consistently, sustainedly intrigued.
Seven times have I despised my soul: The first time when I saw her being meek that she might attain height. The second time when I saw her limping before the crippled. The third time when she was given to choose between the hard and the easy, and she chose the easy. The fourth time when she committed a wrong, and comforted herself that others also commit wrong. The fifth time when she forbore for weakness, and attributed her patience to strength. The sixth time when she despised the ugliness of a face, and knew not that it was one of her own masks. And the seventh time when she sang a song of praise, and deemed it a virtue.
A local buddy from the Princeton Review law boards got called off his first-choice waitlist today. While I wish him nothing but the best and am thrilled that things have finally worked out for him, I can't help but be...jealous.
One main problem with engineering my first year of law school toward the goal of eventually transferring elsewhere is that I can't really say where I'd transfer.
Yesterday I bought my first law book: a legal style guide by someone named Garner, which looks like the type of tome to which I'll eventually refer by the author's name alone, à la Strunk & White. "Oh, that's in Garner." "Check Garner on that one." And so forth.
Because my law school saga was monopolizing my general-purpose soapbox...