...and yet, so far
After my fun with bird flu last spring, I was pleasantly surprised by the fact that I didn't get sick at all this semester. In fact, a friend of mine commented about how nice it was that I haven't looked like death for several months straight.And then the headache came Saturday night...and it hasn't gone away. Rather, it's made itself at home, and brought with it a few friends: fatigue, fever, and nausea. They must be having the world's largest rave in my immune system, because I still feel terrible. Granted, I'm normally about three minutes away from falling asleep in International Boredom class...but today I physically feel my eyes shutting as Professor Spock drones on.Now that I think about it, I can't think of one logical explanation for why I actually schlepped all the way to class today. Maybe I have some sort of neurological disease that's eaten away the "common sense" portion of my brain. Labels: international law, my neverending medical issues
highly illogical
My professor always gives us a five-minute break in the middle of our 1:20-long class...actually, it's more like we get that break with about 20 minutes left to go. So he wisened up last week and decided that, instead of said break, he would let us go 5 minutes early.Today, he decides to give us a choice: 5 minute break during the latter third of class, or leave 5 minutes early. When your class is supposed to get out at about 4:50 every day, that "five minutes earlier" thing sounds pretty good. Right?Apparently not. Apparently, people would rather take a five-minute break from browsing the internet in our unbelievably boring class than actually go home earlier to browse the internet without the burden of having the professor drone on in the background.(I also discovered today that my professor's one ear is sort of pointy. Like Spock's ear on "Star Trek". The fact that my professor is a Vulcan totally explains why he's an international law expert (and always references things like "Battlestar Galactica"). I wonder if he worked for the State Department as part of their cover-up of the fact that aliens have lived among us for years...) Labels: classes, international law, law school douchebags
my own private gitmo
When I came to law school, I thought I wanted to do international law. That being the end goal, I decided to take International Law. Then I discovered that it's one of the ten most boring classes of all time*. (Oddly enough, someone in Career Services told me about halfway through the semester that everyone hates International Law. Gee, Career Services, thanks for not giving me some advice that I could actually use. But I digress...)At any rate, I spend most of this class doing a variety of things online (Deadspin, Perezzers, IM, Myspace, TWoP, Solitaire, etc.), because an hour and twenty minutes of International Law time is roughly equivalent to 17.5 human years. I (mistakenly) decide to go to class today, and we're having some sort of mock argument for our international jurisdiction case. The professor, acting as head of the tribunal, decides to go sit in the peanut gallery for better observation of the student "agents". And where does the professor sit?That's right. Next to me. So I had to pretend to pay attention for an hour and twenty minutes straight. And about twenty minutes into the world's most repetitive oral arguments, the idea of sticking my pen into my jugular seemed like a good idea. *Of course, being a first-semester 2L, I've only taken 13 classes. And all of them are one of the ten most boring classes of all time. Wrap your head around that math.Labels: classes, international law
