Sissyness and Linkyness

One exam to go. Ever. Pretending at anonymity for a moment (hey, it's been weeks since my facebook badge was up), the exam I took this morning was for a class taught by my favorite professor at the law school. It's the third class I've taken from him, and I spent my first summer working for him. He's quirky and funny and brilliant. The following, lest they be swallowed by the ceaseless current of time (I find the back page of the Law Weekly just doesn't have the permanence and timelessness you'd expect from a free weekly non-journalism-graduate-school tabloid-style newspaper), are among the numerous gems he unleashed upon my small-section 1L torts class:

“When you go home for Thanksgiving…you will have dazzling conversation at the dinner table and expose the general sloppy and illogical thinking of the lay world and just to cap it off you will brandish this book.”

and

"Walls are not for drawing, paper is not for eating."

and

“If you don’t know the law, give them the policy. If you don’t know the policy, give them the law. If you don’t know the policy or the law, just look good.”

and

"You guys are either playing exceptionally dumb or you are exceptionally dumb."

Amen.

Seriously, do you know how lucky I am? I'm getting sappy and sentimental and stupid about law school. And in the middle of finals. This is an amazing thing. This is not a thing that happens to most folks foolish or unfortunate enough to go to law school. I'm very lucky. We--to you UVA folks--are very lucky. That's not exactly an inspirational speech of Old Ball Coach proportions, but, you know. It's good to remember. And oh, if you haven't seen the linked-to video or the 2006 Libel Show (especially if you go to UVA, but regardless), so do. Now.

Back? Okay. Well, I've loved law school. Charlottesville is a great place--there's no place in the world I'd rather be serving three thousand hours of community service. I'm going to miss taking classes from that one professor I didn't mention. And John Harrison, and Lillian BeVier, and even from most of the mere mortals from whom I've taken classes as well. I'll miss Barrister's and PILA and Libel Show rehearsals and Bar Review and the Thursday keg in the garden; I imagine that things will get bad enough that there are times that I even miss my work on my journal. And that's...a little depressing. Moving on.

I apologize to whomever I stole that picture from (to from whomever I stole that picture?). Copyright infringement threats will be responded to swiftly and in the manner of a paranoid and spineless coward.

There's never much else going on in a world that includes final exams, but with the incomparable Derek Leach apparently moving on to bigger and better things this must never be forgotten. Also, the guy color-commentating the Warriors-Mavericks massacre just said "I think a lot of it is psychology," only he pronounced it "psychoLOJy." If you can even imagine that. And finally, to underscore the point I may or may not have bothered making at some point about blogging being an inherently narcissistic exercise no matter what else I or anyone else may say about it, see this.