I love to write. I don’t know why I completely stopped doing it last August 31st. Actually, that isn’t exactly true. I do know: I stopped writing because I never felt like I had anything to say. But why did that happen?
There’s an old saying about law school: the first year they scare you to death, the second year they work you to death, and the third year they bore you to death. It’s been true for me this year (my second); I’ve been very, very busy. Between two semester’s worth of moot court, Legal Follies, a clinic (minor thought it may be), classes, and a wife, I need an extended break. Too bad we’re just about to get into finals, which will be the busiest time of all.
And yet this is all an excuse. We should make time for the things we like to do. So here I am.
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I’m usually quite competitive, but I was quite content to lose in my last round of Albers moot court. I was ready to be done. What I wasn’t ok with was my strange stuttering problem I encountered during the oral argument. I have relatively extensive public speaking experience, and I’ve never had such a problem before. I sure hope it was an isolated incident.
Speaking of moot court, I’d like to announce my formal retirement from competitive moot court. I’ve done enough. I’d like to retire while I’m not on top.
I’ve applied to work for the census bureau this spring/summer to go door-to-door trying to get answers from those that failed to fill out their forms correctly (or at all). If I tell you this piece of information in person, there’s no need to recount the Hannibal Lecter line about his eating a census taker. I’m familiar.
But I’m sure she learned her lesson!
