why didn't he play this one Sunday night?

happiness is only a click away.

supreme ultimate happiness is only a right click away, because that means you can listen to "The Presidents" by Jonathan Coulton whenever you want.

call it a whimsical treatment of every single president who has led our land...the musical version of "43 Plays for 43 Presidents."

three days until i'm free

finals week is progressing about how i hoped it would progress.

i took two finals last week: my trusts and estates final and my ethics final. i'm taking my criminal procedure final this afternoon, which leaves the rest of the week for me to study for and eventually take my incarceration final. i haven't decided if i'm taking incarceration thursday or friday...it depends on how much studying i get done for it tonight and tomorrow.

i'm not looking forward to that final. incarceration is the worst class i took in law school--and yes, that does count evidence and contracts. those classes were awful, but this one was worse.

my problem wasn't with the material. the material is interesting. my problem is with the professor. her lectures did nothing to explain the reading--in fact, all they did was obscure it. she reminded me of my physics 143 professor in college: very smart, very knowledgeable in the field, but has no business whatsoever being allowed in front of a class.

she just didn't have the ability to convey the information in a manner that law students could understand. she assumed that we were all super-geniuses who had spent time doing prison civil rights suits for the department of justice--just because she is a super-genius that spent time doing prison civil rights suits for the department of justice. she'd be great explaining concepts to her co-workers there, but not to a roomful of law students who are taking the class to get an introduction to the rights that prisoners have and do not have under the constitution.

so...i am still not sure how i'm going to approach studying for this test. the professor did not present the material in a discernible or understandable order. it felt like she was just tossing whatever she wanted to at us. she skipped around the book, posted handouts, and flitted from topic to topic as quickly as a hummingbird floats from flower to flower in the spring. all i can think of is to just start at the beginning, review the reading, outline the points, and attempt to condense it into something that makes sense to me.

(although, the concept of being able to condense it into something that makes sense to me seems laughable at best, and impossible at worst.)

if you use this in a bar, you're never getting any.

sign #735 that finals week has made you go crazy: you start formulating pickup lines based on Turner v. Safley.

...hey, baby. you're coming home with me tonight, because that's rationally related to my legitimate penological objectives.