I am a huge PACKERS fan. There is no other way to describe it. If I could live in a green and yellow house, I would. Oh wait… My childhood home was gree and yellow and my current house is green and yellow. Pride… I have it.
One of my fellow class mates is a Carolina fan and invited me to go watch the game with her. It was a good time and it was made better by a big day for the PACKERS.
I have torts down decently for next Saturday’s midterm. The test isn’t worth half of our grade; just 10%. I need to keep studying all week anyways.
There is a sickness going around the section/school in general. I am usually more than immune to these kinds of things… but especially now that I moved here. These people are getting sick because the “seasons are changing” according to them. It went from being 100 everyday to being 85 everyday. That isn’t a season change… that is a slight breeze. Weenies.
I can’t get “cold” enough here. I am ALWAYS hot. There are no other ways to describe it. Fat kids don’t need an excuse to be hot. “Dude are you sweating? Did you just sprint from the parking lot to class?” “Nah, I walked into school in the 100 degree heat and went to the cafeteria where I had a Powerade and then walked leisurely to class. I’m just still hot from outside.”
This condition is helped by my room mate. He has never met a temperature above 80 he didn’t like. Our house was in a horrible section of town i the 80s and early 90s and the windows have all been sealed shut. Our house holds humidity and heat like a cast-iron, dutch oven. The room mate is real big on energy conservation and hates to use the air conditioning so it has helped me get used to the heat.It has taken me from a “68-71 is a good ‘indoor’ temperature” to “Is the inside temperature above 80? Ehh… probably can turn the air on and get some breeze moving.”
I’m not used to it.
I hate it.
I. Hate. It.
Give me a cold and crisp Lambeau morning with the sun shining and a slight breeze in 45 degree, late October. Give me the crisp air on a fall night in Indiana. Give me the feeling of driving under a clear, cool night in Ohio, driving home from a college football game or something. Give me the city smell as you drive through Chicago with the windows down in early November. Give me anywhere but here, right now. I live for that.
Although, at least the school keeps it cool. I think that is what keeps me in the library so much. I would rather stay in the cool, dry school than come home to my humid house.
I really must say that this is going to change as the weather outside gets more favorable (which hopefully happens soon.) Someone was talking about “pea-coat weather” stating in mid-october. (I cringed and cried on the inside.) These people have no clue what “pea-coat weather” is.
But, like I said it has given me the opportunity to get more used to the weather and more used to the environment. Slowly but surely my blood will thin. Besides, when “winter” hits, I will be chilling in shorts still.
Tomorrow is more of the same. I’m learning a ton still and am still having a blast in some regards, dying in others. If law school has taught me anything it is to care less about others and worry more about myself. I thought I had this understanding as a conservative leaning moderate before I cam to law school and now it is that on ‘roids. This learning takes your heart and mind and throws them through a meat grinder. I have come out okay so far but am changed forever.
I get why people have breakdowns and why so many people have already dropped out. It makes sense to me. It takes a certain kind of person, a certain personal constitution, to live this way. I don’t recommend it to most. I was told that there was a student who was committed from my campus if not last year then the year before. This doesn’t surprise me in the least. I’m surprised it is not more if I am surprised at all. These people who are married and engaged who are putting their spouses and significant others through this stuff should be considered cruel and unusual punishment. But hey, that is my single-ass saying this.
I was approached by a friend of mine who was contemplating law school and could probably get into a great school. He said, “What do you think. Is it fun?”
No. Not at all. And… Yet, it is the greatest thing ever.