It's been a while since I've posted. My time management has been slightly lacking this semester. In addition to my normal hectic 1L schedule, I've also picked up an extra class (internet law) and I am now the research assistant to one of the smartest professors at the law school -- which is great, but it means that I have to do a decent amount of work in order to be useful to him.Anyway, the point is that despite my ridiculous schedule, tonight's post wrote itself.My girlfriend's father noticed that I had a bulge in the side of my back driver's side tire recently, and I knew that my tires were balding anyway, so I decided to have them replaced. Being that my sole source of income (until next week, anyway) comes from loans, I could only afford to get Wal-Mart tires. I did some research and special ordered what I think are the least sucky of the corporate-muscled sweatshop tires that Wal-Mart offers.So they call me today to tell me that my tires arrived. I figured I'd drop the car off before 5 so that I'd avoid the post-work rush. I ended up dropping it off around 4. I ...

I just made $5 by incorporating the phrase "grip it and rip it" into my discussion of a case in contracts. Let it be known that the theory of placing the victim in the position he was in before the contract was made shall be henceforth known as the "Grip It And Rip It" Rule. I'm totally impressed that my professor didn't even blink when I said that. In fact, I think he may have agreed with me. Life is good.  

"Have you guys ever looked at those studies saying how much of a particular chemical can be in your drinking water? How many pig fingernails can be in your hot dog? It's not pretty -- it's not zero!" - Professor Holland on Whitman v. American Trucking Assn., Inc., 531 U.S. 457 (2001) 

I'm sitting in a mandatory Westlaw training, which means I have some free time to post. (Why does this guy always assume that we're retarded?) Anyway, I went to criminal court to observe for the first time ever the other day.  For those of you that aren't lawyers, it's hard to explain exactly how detached law school can leave you. After spending a month trying to determine what kind of rape is "ok," it's difficult to really feel anything for the people in those giant Aspen books.  So fast forward to the other day. I got the transcript and a copy of the motions, and the case is about a girl that has been molested by her brother since she was 11 (she's 16 now).  Even though it was "more real" than the books I usually read, it didn't mean much to me aside from another legal problem.  At the courthouse, the judge came and spoke with us before the trial to introduce himself and tell us how everything would work. Then the trial began and the first witness was called; it was the girl that had been molested -- she looked a lot like my sister (who is about her age). While she was being ...