Sade, dis-moi.

Our school is in the (almost) worst part of the city. So, if security isn't vigilant, some pretty pungent types can wander in. Today a guy came into the bookstore who looked like one of these types. Dirty clothes. Dirty hair. Smelled bad. He asked me if we had copies of the California Penal Code. Then, he sat down and started looking through it. I considered pointing out that this was a bookstore, not the library, but I didn't.

Apparently, he'd been arrested recently and he wanted to look up the charges against him. I applaud his efforts at being well-informed. Everyone should be so proactive.

All the Things She Said

Going to law school was just a crap shoot. I'd never felt particularly passionate about anything, including having a job, so going back to school seemed like a good idea. I had some idea that if I chose law, I had done the choosing that I needed to do. Then, I went to law school and realized that I'd have to choose the kind of law that I wanted to practice. I know it's impractical, but I'd love to find a small niche and become an expert in that. Being a generalist never appealed to me much.

I'm still harboring a secret Indiana-Jones-adventure-seeking archeologist career fantasy. Maybe I can satisfy it by becoming an expert in the "law of antiquities." I'm pretending to write my note on this topic. And, if I studied abroad in London next fall, I could take this class.