Go Bears!

Another Big Game win for the Bears! Imagine how spoiled those current undergrads must be, all thinking that this is a normal occurence. Just another year to spend with The Axe. Ho hum. This must be how they felt over at Stanford while I was at Cal. I believe it was a 7 year losing streak, though I only saw 6 of those. Only. Sigh... Ah well, it just makes all the more sweeter for us, who have endured those losses.

I'm not much of a tv-football watcher. I usually only see an entire game if I'm actually at the game and thus pretty much forced to watch (though I did see that first win in 2002 in its entirety). It's hard to enjoy a game unless you care and I care much more when I'm at the game.

So today I had the game on while I was OUTLINING. Ugh. But I was very productive (the fear has taken ahold) so I'm happy about that. Seriously, fear is the best motivator. Why do I read for class? Because I'm afraid I'll get called on. Why do I study so hard? Because I'm afraid I'll fail. FEAR. And really, I've probably never been as on top of things as I have been this last year and a half in law school. That's right kids, instill the FEAR, and you'll get results. How sad.

Update: Remember Mike's magically appearing license plate frame? Well, turns out his landlord bought it at a garage sale for him and just left it at his door. How thoughtful! He didn't mention it to Mike until now because he thought it was self explanatory. How on earth is that self explanatory??

Mystery solved. Done and done. Now, enough with this nonsense! Get back to outlining!

Social experiment

Daniel and I, instead of paying attention, have been conducting an experiment in Con Law. You see, our professor says "Bless you" almost every time someone sneezes, even if she's in mid-sentence. Polite? Yes. A pleasant courteous gesture? Sure. But NOT if you're the only person who sneezes without getting blessed. Stiffed! Jilted!

After my third sneeze (not all in one class) without a "bless you," we began to take notice. In fact, the next person who got blessed was a white male. Hmmm ... racism at work? Or sexism? All we needed was for Daniel, a non-white male, to fake a sneeze (a hearty "ACHOOO!" would surely have sufficed), but he got nervous at the last second and only managed to choke out a strangled cough.

There's a few classes left. We'll pay careful attention and come back with verdict. Racist? Sexist? Or, saddest of all, Audrey-ist?

This might be why I don't know anything about the Due Process Clause and the right to contract.

SHOT down!

There's this guy in a couple of my classes who's ANNOYING. He talks a lot. Normally, I don't really mind, because when people ask extraneous questions, I just zone out and start IMing, etc. But this guy is condescending about it and he's one of those people who just likes to hear himself talk. Ergo, nobody likes him.

So last week in Constitutional Law, someone asked a question and the prof started to answer. And because it wasn't straightforward, it turned into a mini-discussion. So this guy raised his hand while she was answering. She called on him and he started to talk about something else completely.

Prof: I thought you were going to answer Justin's question.
Guy: Oh. No, I had something else to say.
P: Do you have something to add about this?
G: Umm ... no.
*silence*

BOOYAH! I heart this prof.

Rock the vote

I voted today. I wasn't planning to, since I had opinions on only a couple of issues - who has time? Plus I was annoyed at all the phone calls I've been getting of late. Though it's a bit amusing to get Ahnold on your answering machine, even the Governator's robot voice loses its charm after the third or fourth time.

But then on the way home, I started to feel kind of guilty. I am, after all, female. And women weren't always allowed to vote. So who am I to say, "no thank you" to a right that women before me fought so hard for? So I dragged myself over to my polling place, cast my ballot, and exercised my PRIVILEGE as an American.

*cue music*