Thinning the lines of sobriety

The Middle Finger Contest (its not what you think)

"Guys, let's make this pose MOM-friendly"

"My eyesight improves with rum. In fact, I can see through you- yeah, right now you have blue blood, grey brain tissue, and squiggly intestines" - Me
"oh yeah, well i can make it so you can see light through my fingers" - T

"What will happen if we put our hair together?" - N

"Christy, maybe you should get a pitcher of water"- T
"What are you doing?" -T
"you told me to get a pitcher of water" -Me

Stool Fight (hey at lease it wasnt a diff kind of stool fight...)
Scary

"Oh Snap"

"Is this car a volvo?" - Me
"No" - T
"Oh, then why does it have a Volvo sticker on it?"
"You're so gullible"

The Gang Together Again.

Those we've forgotten

One and a half years ago, there was a hurricane that wiped out neighborhood after neighborhood in New Orleans. Today, the poorest neighborhoods look the same as they did a month after the hurricane.

I went down to volunteer during my spring break and I couldn't believe I was in America (not just because of the unfamiliar accents and the stomach-wrenching food). We have left our poor behind, to drown while wading through the burdens of the American Dream. We leave it to individuals to fulfil their own needs through independence and self-actualizing hard work. Out here in the flood damaged parishes of New Orleans, independence is a crutch we throw them. Independence means loneliness and callous neglect. Help isn't any better, help means bureaucratic red tape and complacency.

But these residents remain hopeful, the human spirit has risen above the failings of the government. It's the churches and the students who are rebuilding New Orleans, through common human compassion.

Update

Law school education is most effective in small doses. This is why I'm usually caught up with all my emails and breaking news headlines before the first 20 minutes of any class has passed.

Thanks to law school, I have a new affinity for "joke of the day" websites, I'm well versed in the latest current events, I always know the weather forecast for the next ten days, I know exactly where my friends are and what they are doing (facebook!) and I constantly break records for fastest email response times.

I have second semester-itis, all the symptoms are evident:

• My Professors are all speaking a new language: unintelligible garble.
• I can corretly predict the cafe's daily soup options.
• I leave home for class one minute later everyday
• The word "library" conjures images of my daily nap
• The thing I'm scared of most is the long line at Starbucks

6 weeks to go!