the autumn moon lights my way

Fall schedules were posted today, and by some beatific stroke of luck, I failed to wind up on a single waitlist. (C. was not so lucky; she's on three, and doesn't really want to talk about it right now.)

Specifics: I'm in to Evidence, Con Law I, Appellate Advocacy (with my moot court instructor) and the ethics seminar, which is now apparently becoming quite sought-after. "How did you know to register for it in the first round?" O. asked me.
"It wasn't a huge lecture with a 100% final exam," I replied, "so it was a no-brainer for me. You mean it's actually a good class?"
"It's supposed to be one of the best in the school," O. rhapsodized. This would be nice indeed, if true.

Evidence, meanwhile, is taught by someone not in our faculty facebook; apparently he's a judge and teaches evidence to other judges as well as to law students. And as it turned out, I lucked my way into the afternoon section of Con Law. Sure, the professor's politics are over on the other side, but then again so are Professor Property's and at least this individual's class is scheduled such that I can go to the gym in the mornings beforehand.

The strangest feeling of all: pausing for a moment, realizing that these are all classes I chose, and briefly tasting what it must be like to have my life back.

thus spake /jca @ April 24, 2003 02:42 PM