la who?

I think I signed up for the Latino students' bar association.

I didn't mean to, but in the flurry of eager 1Ls at the student groups fair, I must have put my email on the wrong roster. Unless, that is, the Asian-American bar association took a step forward in diversity and changed its name to La Raza.

the lowdown

As I procrastinate going over Pennoyer v. Neff, I offer my reflections on my first week of law school:

• I've never wanted a Friday to come so badly as I did this past week. With the stretched, broken, and scattered state of my brain, even a Ginseng party sounded good.
  
• Professors who say that students "with photographic memory have seen the extent of my tie collection" are awesome.
• Students who prematurely use Westlaw during class are not.
• When driving in California, always assume there will be traffic.
• Always try to see a professor up close. He can be really scary until you see the glint of an older gentleman's earring.
• Wireless internet is just one more weapon in the arsenal of procrastination.
• People will always bond when bitching about others.
• Eight-page reading assignments are not always easy.
• Living with Mom & Dad can be cool, especially when they know to omit cheese in your breakfast burrito.
• Law students will practically camp out for a "good" seat in class.
• Roll-y bags are not as dorky as one might believe. Neither are backpacks as big as your torso (Note: boyfriend's plan to ostracize me as a big dork-o did NOT work!)
• Paying $20 to join a club can sound ludicrous -- until you hear the word "outlines".
• It's a small small world.
• All 1Ls are confused.
• No matter what how many legal arguments the US makes, the bottom line is they (we?) stole the land from native Americans.
• Making new friends is great, but it doesn't make missing your old ones any easier.
  

be careful what you blog

I started reading My War: Fear and Loathing in Iraq after hearing about it on NPR last week. And then *poof* it was gone. I can't find any official word on what happened, but it's not too hard to guess.

Of course, the Onion has its own take on this larger issue.

forging continuity

I call my blog Dog because:

1) Amongst my friends at my old office, dog came to signify the point where a conversation breaks down and two people just can't understand each other anymore. In times of conversational impasse, writing can lessen the awkwardness.

2) My boyfriend loves dogs. Which means underneath all the inappropriate behavior he exhibits on a daily basis, deep down, he has some charmingly redeeming qualities.

3) My boyfriend's blog has an obscenely long title, which sacrifices aesthetics for space in my Links section. In the spirit of contrariness, I choose "Dog."