I have two stories for you today:
Story #1 - Today's Trusts lecture.
The guy doing our Wills/Trusts lectures the past two days was so fucking awful I wanted to die. So, apparently, did the rest of our class, as there was a lot of loud yawning and chatter, which is usually kept to a minimum by the "shush"ers. Five minutes before every blessed break, he'd launch into some ridiculous story about staying calm during the exam. First of all, if I hear one
more story about how a mental incompetant, a Vietnam Vet who can't read, a girl who dry-heaved for the first two hours of the exam, or some poor slob who only wrote "I am depressed" one on of the essays, all PASSED the exam - or
how NO ONE fails the exam by more than a few points - or
how none of the graders actually READ your essays - do you know what I'm going to do? I'M GOING TO THROW MYSELF OFF A BRIDGE. These stories are not helpful, or calming, or motivating me to study, since clearly being smart has very little to do with passing the bar exam. It also begs the question - who are these people who are failing?? If I fail, am I too stupid to live? Is that the point of these stories? I think it is.
Anyway, the lecturer started into a story today about how a boy got the dates mixed up and showed up for the second day, thinking it was the first day. When he realized he was fucked, he stayed anyway and figured it would be good practice when he retook the exam in February. I was really concerned this story was going to end with, "AND HE PASSED! CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!? IF A GUY CAN SKIP THE ENTIRE FIRST DAY OF ESSAYS AND PASS, SURELY AN ASSHOLE LIKE YOU
CAN PASS!" Thankfully, he did not pass.
As he finished the Trusts lecture he busted out with yet another soul-crushing
story, so I grabbed my shit and high-tailed it out of there. Later I ran into a friend who couldn't pack up her gear fast enough to escape. She told me that he - honest to god - said that when you feel stressed out about the exam, you should think about the 99% of the world that isn't as lucky as you are. So, while you're trying to cram Community Property in your head and realize you're just not getting it, you should think about all the poor people starving in Africa
. What? Listen, once I get my license and deal with my personal debt, I'd love to spend the rest of my life helping the sick, poor, and oppressed - but there is a time and place for guilt trips about the world's ills, and this summer is not one of them. All that's going to do is make me sad, and feel bad that I'm not doing anything but sitting on my ass learning law you can't even use in the real world
. What an ass.
Story #2 - Welcome to D.C.
I'm sure you've heard about the London bombings this morning. So, obviously, DC was at high alert today. I don't really live in fear, because there's not much I can do except stay calm in the event something happens. But I've seen few things more terrifying than when I was getting off the metro at Farragut North today, and three policemen were just coming down the escalator. Not just any policemen, they were not in blues, but in full battle uniform, with huge kevlar vests and quite possibly THE BIGGEST FUCKING MACHINE GUNS I have ever seen in real life. I don't really get that. Is there going to be a small scale war on the metro platform? If they find a bomb, are they going to shoot it to death? If they actually find a terrorist, is the biggest machine gun in the world going to make more of a difference than any other gun? I mean, they all bank on dying anyway. All it really does is freak out the passengers.
The parking attendants at the IMF were even wearing kevlar, which I've never seen either. Obviously they got hot, or Bush decided with his all-knowing wisdom that we were no longer in danger, because they weren't wearing them at 5pm. I guess terrorists only strike in the mornings. As I entered the metro on my way back home, some transit employees were passing out little cards to everyone that told us to watch for
suspicious people, and to not cry and scream if
the trains are running late
a terrorist hits the metro.
Anyway, I just wonder what all the tourists think when stuff like this happens. Like do they go home to their red states and tell their neighbors about the "close-call" they had, then praise god they voted for Bush? Who knows.