We Have Lift Off...

...3rd and final year of law school is underway. On the agenda for this semester, Constitutional Law II--Due Process, Federal Taxation, Canon Law of Marriage, The 1st Amendment, and, of course, Legal Aid Clinic. Happily, I think I will enjoy all of my classes, with the notable exception of federal taxation. As Miss Cali said, "I think my brain checked out 5 minutes into class." The 1Ls are perky--as to be expected--and a little bit clueless. Four of them walked into Canon Law looking for another class. If they had come as a little 1L herd, it would have been one thing. However, they interrupted class every five minutes, seemingly oblivious to the man in the collar talking in the front about such things as "antinomianism" and "lex ecclessia fundamentalis." 1Ls. Maybe they lowered the admissions standards this year. Or maybe this class will truly be a different kind of lawyer--an absent minded one.

The adjustment continues for the London crowd who have returned to roost in the Bend. I can only imagine what a let down it is to go from eating lunch outside at Trafalgar Square to eating lunch outside on the quad. Whatever the case, eating lunch on the porch outside the dorm--priceless. Now if only I could figure out a way to take a nap on the swing...

Practice for what has become known affectionately as "The Circus Mass" (see musings about structured chaos from February of last year) occured this evening. A new face amidst the directorial staff--some guy who is directing the Salve Regina who was a) obnoxious, b) unyielding, and c) borderline offensive. Excuse me while I whip out my diva soapbox, but I've got a headache and I'm pronouncing my latin vowels correctly. Maybe you should talk to the kids in the folk choir.