Sorry about the lack of posts lately. I’ve been working feverishly on the recently assigned memo for Legal Research and Writing, and if you know anything about me at all, you know that I effing love Legal Research and Writing. Like a fat kid loves cake kind of love. I mean, just the smell of the South Western Reporter makes me weak in the knees, and if I’m ever lucky enough to have occasion to open one, well, let’s just say that it’s a good thing they don’t have cameras in the group study rooms.
But it’s not so much that I love legal research. It’s more like I am legal research. I get into the library and just want to drown myself in statutes, dive into a volume of the USCS and never come up for air. I feel no pain, for I need not oxygen. I choose instead to breathe The Law. It permeates my body, courses through my veins, one hundred thousand cases racing through my bloodstream like so many really fast things in a race to somewhere. My search takes me to the furthest reaches of the library, as I scour reporters, codebooks, commentary, treatises, sometimes carrying and reading as many as twelve books at a time. I find what I need, and as I’m running through the aisles screaming at the top of my lungs “I’ve got it! I’ve finally GOT IT!!” many think me mad, turning away in horror and wishing they’d gone to a higher-ranked school. But I do not care. For it is ever the lot of the gifted to endure the derision of the chronically untalented. They scowl because they do not know. Cannot know. And I forgive them.
So, yeah, I’ve been busy. But I did get to play witness for a mock trial round this evening, and I can promise a detailed account of that life-changing experience for tomorrow.