Blind Prophecy

Well, first things first, since it only emphasizes how long it has been since I blogged…

I’m still waiting to hear back on one grade, but the semester is over. I’ve got about two weeks of downtime before my summer position at the ACLU begins.

What a semester it has been. I’m about to publish several blogs in a row hitting some of the highlights. I’m not promising that I’m going to get back into regular blogging, but we’ll see what the summer brings.

Academically, this semester has been interesting. I took a class on worker’s rights in the changing economy that was interesting and had me working on a project with the Freelancers Union. I had a class in Sexuality and the Law that should have been better than it was, but at least it wasn’t challenging if it wasn’t going to be educational. Mostly because of a scheduling problem, I also took a course in Income Tax law (hated it).

I got accepted into a clinic for next year dealing with women’s rights in Africa. Class registration is still a few weeks away, but I’m hoping to take Evidence, Labor Law and a writing course in the fall. I don’t have quite so many extracurriculars next fall, so I think I’m not over-extending myself.

Outside of law school, not a lot has been going on. There has been quite a bit of karaoke this semester. Also, a lot of flaky guys who set up dates and then cancel at the last minute. Fucking flaky New York gays.

I have been doing a better job at seeing shows. At the end of last semester I saw Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson and American Idiot. This semester I saw The Normal Heart, which has a special place in my heart because it was my first show with the Nevada Repertory Company at my alma mater.

I haven’t seen many movies, but I did go to Thor last week and I’m looking forward to Green Lantern and Captain America this summer.

My only upcoming travel plans are pretty much limited to flying back to Salt Lake City for my sister’s wedding in August. Now that Jeanne is getting hitched, only the Keys boys remain single. That’s a lot of pressure. I repeat: Fucking. Flaky. New. York. Gays.

Filed under: law school, theatregeekery by Jere Keys