Bad Glacier

As of midnight tonight, the badglacier.com domain name will once again be up for grabs. I had big plans for the domain when I first registered it, but I never really put them into action and truthfully, I’m kind of bored with the name. Currently, it’s only being used for email forwarding and to bounce people to my blawgcoop.com address here. Therefore, this year’s $8 will go towards buying me more Ben & Jerry’s Vanilla Heath Bar Crunch ice cream, a pint of which I inhaled this afternoon. In the battle for Josh’s heart, ice cream beats useless technology any day.

I’d been thinking this would be a good occasion to shut down the blog as well–put it out of the misery it has been suffering through for the past few months. It’s been almost a year, and I have apparently ran out of things to talk about. Since classes started, I’ve felt much more self-conscious about posting. I don’t want to invade anyone’s privacy. I’ve been self-censoring a lot, and ever since November or so, I’ve had too much going on to post much, anyway. In a way, it’s nice to not have to come up with intelligent and/or witty posts on a semi-regular basis. Now I’m out of the habit; I no longer ask, “Is it bloggable?” about everything in my life. I should probably

But I can’t bring myself to close up shop just yet. I still might have more to say, and I want to have a place ready for it. So here’s the deal. I’m taking the pressure off myself. Expect light posting while I figure out where I want to take things.

Take-home message: In the future, use badglacier@gmail.com to get ahold of me. My old address will not work any more.

First semester is over. I’m happy. I’m also very, very tired. It’s break now; we get ten whole days of rest and relaxation before the cycle begins again.

My impressions of law school exams:

They’re rough. I’ve had bad exams before, but never a set of them that so thoroughly kicked my ass from start to finish. At the end of the semester, I felt the most comfortable with Criminal Law and less so with Property and Civil Procedure. This reversed itself for exams. I felt okay about the Civil Procedure take-home, Property wasn’t as bad as I expected, but I ended the semester by spending three hours flailing around in the oddly-warm Criminal Law kiddie pool, just trying to keep my head above water.

I like the eight-hour take-homes better than three-hour in-class exams. (Yeah, I’m crazy…) And I like open-book exams more than closed-book. (…but not that crazy.)

On policy questions, there’s a thin line between complete BS and saying something interesting and non-obvious. I have absolutely no clue which side my answers ended up on, which suggests that it’s probably not the right side.

They say you get the best grade in the class you felt worst about, and vice versa. Everything’s curved, so your feelings probably have little to do with your grade. We’ll see.

Anyways. Off to relax. Rock over London, rock on, Chicago.

David Letterman is awesome.

Civil Procedure is over. Those eight-hour take-homes are rough. Especially when you waste a bunch of time trying to fit Erie into an answer, then waste another bunch of time worrying about whether you’ll be the only one who wasn’t able to see the Erie issue , then a third bunch of time wondering whether the circus would take a law-school dropout.

Ugh. Thinking about the test any more will just make me nervous, so I’ll go play video games now. I promise I’ll wait at least half an hour before I start studying Property.

You have all break to get your heat fixed, but you wait until the day before my Civil Procedure exam to have people come and fix it. With hammers. And drills. And possibly a metal saw.

Not funny.

Why did I spend multiple hours yesterday watching the World’s Strongest Man competition?

Oh, right. Because I HAVE EXAMS IN FOUR DAYS. Crap.