Gone Fishin'

There is a certain kind of summer associate project very popular with assigning partners. Partner can't think of any cases that stand for a given principle, but (s)he would really like there to be one. So (s)he sends you to look for it. It is of course, not there. Sometimes, if you are lucky, there are lots and lots of cases that say the exact opposite. But usually there's just nothing out there. You just keep searching, aimlessly, not knowing when to cut short your search, unproductive but scared that you're missing something crucial. This is the worst kind of assignment.

And then sometimes you find something. Sometimes you suddenly see that even though Partner's theory is completely crazy you know how to make it work. That is the best kind of assignment.

Midnight Oil

The good news is, the office is deserted at 11:00.

The bad news is, I'm still there.

The good news is, it's so I can finish my stuff and leave early tomorrow to go visit Ken.

Also, I won our impromptu Summer Associate Late-Nite Darts Tournament with a well-placed shot to the triple twenty.

One More Down

What kind of class grades you only on a final exam with a 3-page limit?

The awesome kind. Duh.

My Roommate Solves Problems

"Ugh! Why am I so tired at ten thirty? I slept for like 11 hours last night."
"Maybe because it's ninety degrees in here?" *opens windows*
"Wow! That does help!"

In His Place

Eugene Volokh fights the power (of parking enforcement) and wins. Rock on.

Two Down

Professor Kamar gives a seriously hard multiple-choice exam for his Corporations class. And I mean, I'm good at multiple-choice. Like, really good.

But damn.

The Kid is Alright

I survived Admin. I even thought I knew some answers!

Maybe All We Needed Was A Little Space

I come back from a week in Jamaica (awesome) and Boston has decided that Now There Shall Be Spring. Hooray!

The New York Times is Free Again

At least if you have a .edu email address.

States Matter

I have a new favorite part of this time of year in Cambridge. It happens a day or two after a snowstorm, when snow on the sidewalk has melted and re-frozen into a solid sheet crusted over the cobblestones. If the crust is the right thickness - around a quarter inch is ideal - it cracks and snaps as you stomp across it, and it feels like you're grinding Winter iteslf underfoot.

Calendar Coup

I staggered out of Entertainment Law at 6:45, barely able to stand after an academic day that began at 8:15 in the morning. But a flash of insight struck, my spine straightened, and the spring returned to my step. It was already the weekend.

I Am Queens Boulevard!

I took the truly awesome Trial Advocacy Workshop over winter term, and fortunately Emily wrote a bunch of really detailed posts about what it involves, so now I don't have to. The high point for me was the jury trial where I played at witness, and my portrayal of a victim of a New York police shooting brought tears to the eyes of one juror. Despite the artificiality of the proceedings, she later told us she was convinced that I had actually been shot.

To be fair, the jurors were sixth graders, but if you can fool them, you can fool anybody.

My First Outline

Fully halfway done with this busines, I try my hand at outlining for the first timne.

It's easy to get distracted.