Prom·ised Land
n.
The promised land is more like the second definition. It’s where I was born. It’s where I go to rest and hide from the world.
I was up for about four hours this morning before I remembered that I was born on this day… exams made a man forget his own birthday.
Ok… Volenti Non Fit Injuria just pissed me off.
While it is a shame that Governor Ryan apparently had less scruples in other areas of his administration, I think it is unfortunate that Mr. Volenti lumps Ryan’s graft in with his decision on the death penalty. Governor Ryan released 171 prisoners from death row because the system is broken. He couldn’t stand by and watch people die at the hands of the state when he was uncertain that all of them were guilty. Governor Ryan’s move is one that I applaud. The system is failing - the Innocence Project alone has exonerated 140 people. I, for one, believe that Governor Ryan’s refusal to apply the death penalty to those on his watch was sensible and just.
Volenti seems to be one of those people that believes innocent folks don’t go to jail.
He was probably gonna commit a crime if we didn’t lock him up…
In the course of making veiled jokes about rape and the fate of Mr. Ryan, you managed to insult those innocent folks (not criminals) who were not guilty of the crimes they were sentenced to die for. You have cheapened their lives, saved by a man whom you seem to have some pent up aggression towards (for reasons unknown to me for the time being - maybe you should post on that rather than your jail house sexual fantasies).
update: I shouldn’t have written the two lines below. They were an attack that was unwarranted. I’d like to take a moment to apologize to Volenti for that.
Update 2: There is a fascinating conversation going on in the comments of this post over at Volenti’s blog.
Enough…
To the person who stopped by my blog because google told you I had “black folks macaroni and cheese”
If you find some, please share.
A classmate of mine recently launched Volenti Non Fit Injuria. And 110 West 3rd is diving into the fray. Soon, we will rival all those damn Michigan bloggers
So when my roommate studied Frigaliment Importing Co., Ltd. v. B.N.S. International Sales Corp., 190 F. Supp. 116 (SDNY 1960) in contracts, the professor made special mention that if they ever had to cite the case on her exam, they should just say “blah blah blah blah (chicken)” and dispense with formal citation. She then proceeded to create an exam where every single question required the citation of the case! My roommate cited “chicken” something like 8 times during his exam. I think only Heidi will find this amusing.
I would just like to take a moment to say hello to Section 3. I see a few more of my classmates have come across my blog than I previosuly thought. Welcome. Lucky for me, I never talk trash about you.
(special shout to group k)
This from Cinnamon, in reference to her torts exam. Over heard in the comments on Ditzy Genius’ blog.
“I definitely am suffering from soul battery and trespass of my mind chattels. It’s almost over…”
“Mind chattels” will quickly become one of my new favorite phrases…
I was getting tired of the look of the blog, but before I realized that I didn’t have time to deal with it, I had dismantled the whole thing. So now we are stuck with the old “black and white and red all over” until after finals.
This just might be the funniest law school post to date. Wings and Vodka is on time.
It looks like Professor Solum found my IM debacle amusing.
Wow. I just moved from #140 to #2 in google for searches for Michael Oliver. Number 1 is in my sights, but this guy just might give me a run for my money.
After the debacle that was my torts exam yesterday, it was hard to get in gear this morning. I felt defeated. My friend came over to study though, and I actually managed to get a ton of good work in. I thought studying with someone else in my room would be a distraction (I always study alone). But it ended up working really well.
And I realized that I actually understand a lot more of the contracts material than I thought. I was able to re-read cases and spot the real issues (the ones the court doesn’t talk about, but my professor mentioned) without referring to my notes. I worked through the class hypos again and they are beginning to sink in. For all the frustration I have felt this semester, I am realizing that I have learned quite a bit so far.
Award for most successful statement to make me get over my performance on yesterdays exam goes to my father who said, “well you know enough torts to carry you in your career, regardless of what you get on the exam.”
His point? I wasn’t planning on a career in torts anyway…
Double up. *Ouch* *Ouch*
I suppose it’s a good thing. I am off to my exam…
Done. I am not going to learn anything in the next 12 hours. I am off to have a very small chat with Jack (Mr. Daniels to you…)
If you head over to Jack Bog’s Blog, he has pledged to donate a dollar, to charities that fight hunger in Oregon, for each unique visitor to his site between 12:01 a.m. and 11:59 p.m. (PST) today.
Thanks to Adam.
I wrote a note to a few friends last night, in a moment of sudden panic, asking them to “pray to their gods” that I pass my exams. My friend’s response made me realize that I am the luckiest person on earth. With friends like this, who needs good grades?
Did you eat the exams? Because then you should take Metamucil.
Or perhaps you’re trying to find a polite way to say “no, thank you” when the exams are offered, to pass on them as it were. I’ve always heard that the less demure you appear to be in your deferment, the more sincere you seem.
You can’t (and I mean can’t) be talking about wanting prayers that will influence the assessment of the exams. That would be silly. Our prayers, I think, would be better spent hoping that the professors won’t be so excited with your exams that they fail the rest of the students for their lack of comparable expertise.
We, friends, have found one whose vocation is the law, one voice of reasoned justice so demulcent that it makes judges sway as he speaks and so fierce in persuasive argument that opposing counselors are cleft, solicitors sliced, barristers bashed, advocates eradicated.
Now I will admit that sometimes into our midst a Tort feasor slips, a crackpot with a credential who will stop at nothing to keep you from your destiny.
Against this interloper I will pray, pray that the Lord Almighty strikes their heart with the beatific beauty of divine love, smites the insanity and poor score from their grasp.
Let others come and flaunt their ignorance, let them try to impede your ineluctable successes or distract us with a meretricious display of their loud mediocrity.
We welcome these challenges which prove our resilience.
Without doubt,
With love,
Luke
I thought I had a good grip on the material until I read Heidi’s analysis. Oh dear… Her classmates have got to be terrified of what she is going to do to their curve.
By the way, if you don’t already read Ms. Bond’s blog, I suggest you go directly and stay awhile. Top notch she is.
What exactly is a closed book 3 hour exam supposed to test?
mulct, mulct·ed, mulct·ing, mulcts
Courtesy of Prof. Epstein
I love the formality of the law. I have to get used to saying that, “Bobby was tortiously dispossessed of his chattels” rather than, “Bobby got his shit stolen.”
My friend just used the following phrase with a straight face:
“A reasonably foreseeable grossly negligent raping hobo”
I was informed, in real-time, of the fact that my professor busted me for leaving half way through class. I was sitting at my desk at home when the following IM popped up.
Classmate: YOU JUST GOT BUSTED!
Dispositive: damn
Dispositive: i thought that might happen
Classmate: The entire class is in laughter
Dispositive: tell him it’s kwanzaa…
Classmate: Ha!
Classmate: Will do…
Looks like NYCBloggers got hacked. Damn. There site looks like a subway train circa 1983…
A fellow 1L here offers up the following…
I once got busy
in a Burger King Bathroom
Minimum Contacts
Do UCC What
I see see? A Uniform
Commercial Code, man…
My last torts class was yesterday. My last procedure class was this morning. Why do I have three contracts classes left? Even worse, 2 of them are back to back today and I am not supposed to have contracts on Friday. I am off to 4 hours of contracts, although accoding to my prof it is actually two 2 hour classes because we have a 10 minute break in between to switch rooms. Actually, according to my professor, the second class is actually a pizza party wherein we will discuss contracts and not a class at all. Sounds like four hours of class in a row to me…
I just got two invitations from law firms today to holiday cocktail parties back in my hometown.
I recognized the names of the recruiting directors in my inbox iummediately. Both are in my mailing list for sending out resumes. For a minute, I thought to myself, Wow. That was a fast response… Upon opening the emails, I laughed, realizing that it would have been the fastest response ever seeing as I haven’t actually sent out my resumes yet.
Well, at least I know they are looking to hire a few 1Ls this summer. If I can just get through this exams thing.
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