Law School & PhD Progress

The first week of law school is over, and I'm still alive. Alive, but with plenty of work to do. The case of this week involves Mr. Sapp, a Western Union agent who reached out to touch the hand of a married customer, "coupled with a request that she come behind the counter in defendant's office, and that, if she would come and allow Sapp to love and pet her, he "woud fix her clock."

Oh lord, where to begin? First, he wants to "love and pet her?" She's not a cat, or maybe he's a furry. And what kind of man desires nothing for himself? The guy doesn't even ask for a kiss. Bizzare. On the final clause, I only have one thing to say: Bow Chicka Bow Wow. If I was a woman, I'd have no idea what to do if a man asked to "fix my clock." I'd have some basic idea of what he wanted if he asked to fix my plumbing or check my engine, but fix my clock? Quite the pickup line. Good attempt, Mr. Sapp.

Second is a question: What would be your dissertation topic for a PhD in Horribleness? I mean, you need to write a dissertation to get a PhD, but what would your course of Horribleness study lead you to write about? I was thinking something along the lines of "The Effect of Bush's Foreign Policy on Contemporary Definitions of Horribleness." If there actually is anyone who reads this, any thoughts?

I guess last, and most importantly, in approximately 8 hours, I will have been born exactly 22 years ago. I've never spent a birthday so far away from so many people that I both care about, and who have made the last 21 years 364 days so enjoyable, Marie and my family above all. I haven't known too many of the GULCers that long, and although they're great people, I don't know them as well yet. Hopefully, the powers that be will give me a Jet victory for my birthday. Oh well, at least I lasted another year.

May all your hits be crits,
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