I am currently working on my oral argument for Moot Court on Monday. I am REALLY nervous. Those of you who are longtime readers will remember that I didn't do 1L Moot Court because my partner was pregnant and her baby came about 3 weeks later than expected, just a couple of days before it started. So, she and I are doing the 2/3L competition this year since we figured it was an experience we should at least try. And the thing is, it's like the blind leading the blind.
We have two required rounds, Monday and Tuesday night, one on-brief and one off-brief. People that do well in the first two rounds go on to the quarter finals on Wednesday night. Needless to say, I have already made plans for beer drinking with some friends on Wednesday night.
So, I am about to reread all the cases that I think are most likely to come up, make my little chart of cases with all the important elements I need to remember, and then tomorrow I'm writing my sure-to-be-not-that-fabulous "roadmap" of my argument. Oh man, I smell disaster.
What do I wish I was doing tonight? It is a beautiful West Coast spring night here. Chilly, but the sun is setting pink and orange and sort of really deep purple-y blue right at the top of the sky. The beach is probably less than ten miles from my house and I have never been there in two years. I want to put on a sweater and roll up my jeans and go down to the beach and sit in the sand with a beer and a blanket and take just an hour to think about what's going on in my life, and where I want this whole "law school experience" to go.
I am not at all a person that enjoys beaches for swimming or just sitting around roasting in the sun. I am super fair-skinned, so sitting around in the sun is pretty much verboten for me. The kind of beach I love is one where you have to roll up your pants so that you can walk out to the tidepools and see the starfish, and the seals float on the surf, squeaking at you and waving. I love driftwood, and bonfires, and beer, and solitude. There is nothing better than hiking out to a deserted beach and just sitting there, watching the waves roll in and out. It's sort of romantic, like the difference between being alone and being lonely.
Here's some places I went this summer that I wish I could be at right now.