Month: December 2006

Shower Lyrics

Like any normal 25 year old boy-man, I sing loudly in the shower. Here are some of the lyrics I’ve recently come up with:

Song #1 – Untitled

When you come and when you go, I will always know because you are not a stealth plane.

Song #2 is also untitled and is a duet.

Do you like me?

Yes I like you. Liking you is a feeling that is affirmed everyday.

1L Classmates’ First Semester Memories

– Law has reason

– The cookie lady… being funny

– No time to do things well

– Midterm nightmares

– Our group being bad at passing papers across the row

– Introducing ourselves

– Engagement

– Variety of personalities

– Getting called on for the first time

– Research Report #2

– School’s care for 1Ls

– Contracts and cases involving women

– Causation expert in Torts

– October was the worst month

– Knowing you can survive

– Forgetting the clicker for Civ Pro

– Hard drive dying the Monday before the Civ Pro midterm

– Torts prof calling on a white shirt instead of red

– Exploding rat case in Torts

– Barry Shanks’ impersonations

– Southern kid getting welcomed to “Yankee Land”

– “Small-town Brooklyn”

– Writing down the reason why we’re in law school

– Feeling like you’re the dumbest person in the room… there’s only one

– Torts prof talking about loss of consortium (man had lost his hand)

– Lack of sleep

– Brad’s dance

– Contract professor assigning wrong problems

– Missing first day of Contracts because of accident on I-93

– Acoustics in the corner of the Rich Room

– Overestimating the amount of stress

– Weekly research assignments

– “Thanksgiving research assignment”

– Learning to like research

– Torts prof saying, “You should be very nervous about the exam”

– CivPro prof reciting all of our names from memory

– Property prof’s Halloween costume

– Question and answer from 1st Circuit arguments

– Every moment

– Getting confused by class

– Practice Torts exam – herd of charging buffalo and resultant dream

– 1/6th done

– Getting to take a nap after class

– Lack of decent restaurants in Concord

– Moving around in class to not get called on (according to prof, it works)… the girl was never called on in Torts or Contracts

– The amount of chalk Contracts prof could get on his face

– Missed Research Report #3 deadline

– CivPro map of Oklahoma

– Learning about the Dram Shop act, then experiencing it in real life

– “Slippery slope,” and something about dime and dollar

– Hating Concord, NH

– Getting called on… big difference from undergrad

– Contracts prof saying something about something

– “I see us as a little family.”

– The coffee… “never drank so much”

– “Rotting jeep” from oral arguments

– Enforcement of “sit in the middle” rule

– Now I can finally sleep in

– Getting called on when not prepared

– Getting called on again

– Contracts professor asking classmate if she was a buddhist because she kept making something out of nothing

– Name cards

– Difficulty with writing $750,000

– Free pizza

– Serious orientation… then the Judges were spinning in chairs

U.S. Open Dreams

I won the U.S. Open in my dream last night, and with the satisfaction of beating the top golfers in the world came a $1,111,202.02 check. But, they gave me a standard check and a small trophy, and told me that the real trophy wasn’t ready. I didn’t really care, but looking back this should have tipped me off that I was dreaming. There’s no way they wouldn’t have the trophy ready.

Still, the dream was my best ever.

Back Porch

The back deck was fun. We were sitting under the pines standing tall above the roof of the house. I liked to look up and try to see the sky. The table was gooey in places and I had to watch what I touched. Sticky fingers – like someone rubbed marshmallows all over.”Chris, say grace so we can get started,” mom said.

For a little bit I looked around to make sure that everyone had their hands together and heads down. “God is good, God is great. Let us thank Him for our food. By His hands we must be fed. Thank you, dear Lord for our daily bread.”

And when I finished, we all said, “Amen.”

I looked up fast – before everyone else, as if to check that we were all still there. Mom and dad were by the grill. My little sister sat still, dwarfed by the ugly yellow deck chair.

“Grandpa, how’s the baseball on TV?” I asked. He was sitting at the end of the table with his wooden cane hooked on his chair. I looked his way and my dark head of hair followed.

He muttered for a moment then said, “Who’s so tall they couldn’t see?”

“No. How’s the baseball on TV?” “Oh,” he said, still not answering. He was playing. But I guess he didn’t watch the baseball either. It was static in the background during his nap. My mind moved on. The grill smelled good, but I really just wanted to make s’mores.