Blind Prophecy

 No, I'm not talking about the rare east coast earthquake, which I experienced while laying in bed surfing the internet. Nor am I talking about the coming Hurricane Irene, which has the city in panic.

My 3L year begins on Monday (maybe). Assuming the subways are working on Monday, it will be my last first day of the school year.

This semester I'm registered to take Evidence, Labor Law, Psychology and the Civil Law, and a clinic in Women's Rights in Africa. In extracurriculars, I'm also, along with my co-editor Meghan, in charge of our intraschool trial advocacy competition for team placement in about 3 weeks; one of the directors of Follies; producing The Vagina Monologues; involved in the Worker's Rights Coalition and Stein Scholars; and will possibly stay in the Tortfeasors a capella choir. Yes, busy semester, but would you expect any less of me?

Since I last updated, I finished both my summer internship at the ACLU's LGBT project and my summer TA job with our class for incoming 1L students. They were both great experiences and I only wish I could have done more in the short time with them.

Most of my "free" time this month has been spent working on postgraduate fellowship proposals and the trial advocacy competition problem. It hasn't been all work, though. I've found some time to work on a few knitting projects and read. I've been reading the Song of Ice and Fire books this summer, and I'm on book 3. My goal is to finish it this weekend if the power goes out because I'm not going to have any time for pleasure reading after classes start.

I went to my sister Jeanne's wedding early this month. It was fun, but very brief. I only spent 2 nights at home. The nieces and nephews are getting so big. The reception was low-key compared to some my family has put on and the domestic drama managed to remain relatively humane... the usual passive-aggressive acts by the usual suspects, an occasional unnecessary insult, etc., but I came and left without ever bursting into tears (privately or publicly) and that's a big improvement over the last several visits.

  

Anyway, with school starting, if you don't hear from me again before December, it's probably not because Hurricane Irene swept me out to sea. I'm not even in an evacuation zone or high-rise building. In my neighborhood, I'm much more likely to be stabbed by looters.

Filed under: law school, Mi Familia, personal by Jere Keys