Second Semester

As a first year student at a Fairly Large Law School in the Upper Midwest, I have come to the following unoriginal conclusion: there are way too many of us. And by us, I mean law students. And lawyers. I have absolutely no idea how all of us are ever going to be of use in the law. It seems that instead of finishing college and: a) traveling around the world (if you're rich), or b) spending a couple of years bartending or something (if you aren't) before you get it together, kids are just going to law school as a way to kill time.

My property professor pointed out the other day that the legal system in this country as well as the legislatures are run by lawyers, which has the happy effect of perpetuating a system in which any number of lawyers (editorial: including the thoroughly mediocre) can make a good living.

Speaking of property class, by happy accident I sit in a large lecture hall behind a row of cheerful and attractive young women who look to me young enough to be a high school cheerleading squad. One of them obviously has a digital camera and documents their various (presumably) drunken adventures around town, and they view these photos on their laptops right in front of me. The happy accident is that, with some frequency, these photos have a mild, soft-core lesbian theme to them. It's a not unpleasant distraction from the question of whether a Trust was actually formed, or a Gift was actually Delivered.