This place is a prison. . . brand new colony

I've become a slave to the law school and its activities. . . mostly of my own choosing. I became part of the International Law Society's Executive Board today. Go figure. It's just like high school when I was in charge or a member of almost every group in school. It's scary.

When I was living in Costa Rica, my sister's best friend used to call me "The Senator" because I always had something to say, and I usually convinced others to do what I wanted. I was 8 then. I've always told people that I'll never go into politics, but somehow all this involvement in organizations makes me happy and makes me wonder if maybe I wouldn't like being some kind of government leader. Yeah. . . right. Right?

Who knows what I'll do with my life?

All I know is that I've got so many blessings and resources at my hands, and I'm thankful for every minute of my busy day. . . even if it means living within the confines of a beautiful building for hours on end. Think about how pretty this place is. . . if you don't believe me, go to Fordham's Law School. It's old and dreary and it makes you feel like you're back in the 60's. School might feel like prison, but it's home for another 2 years and I'm going to take advantage of it.

By the way, why do law professors love to use the phrase "pooh pooh". Banks, Quint, Maresca, Zipursky, and now Sung. . . I don't get it.