Tuesday, November 21, 2006

|An Anniversary of Sorts|

A year ago I got into my first law school. Well, actually, I received the letter on Nov. 24th (via DHL, not UPS like my post from that day erroneously states), but it was dated Nov. 21st.

I've decided my anniversary shall be Nov. 21st. Mostly 'cause I do not feel like waiting 3 more days to write this post and I'm procrastinating.

I'm shaking my head as I type this because a year ago (let's now say that it's actually the 21st, three days before a letter penned to me would arrive in the 6th in Paris) I was so completely unsure of what would happen.

Get into law school? No? What will I do if I don't get in? What if I really only do get into Brooklyn or Cardozo, which is what I think are my best bets (the main problem being that they are located in NYC and not their rank, though the rank is certainly part of it)? How many weeks or months until I hear something? What if I get in, but cannot afford to go? What if my credit is too bad to secure loans? What will I do next summer? I need to do something cool so I have something to talk about when school starts and everyone is saying what they did. But my grades aren't that great, I can't take an unpaid internship and I can't get a real job 'cause who would hire me for just 3.5 months?

And then I got into Michigan.

WTF? Is this real? Is it actually happening? But no one else on LSD is into Michigan yet? Am I, a non-resident, really one of the FIRST people they've accepted? What does this mean for the rest of the schools? What if the only top-ranked school I get into is Michigan? Will this mean that it really was the black thing that got me in? No, it's not as if Michigan would take an unqualified applicant based on race alone. At least, that's what they said in Grutter v. Bollinger. But, c'mon, it's not like I can pretend that my race isn't playing a part? Isn't that largely why I've been so unsure of where I would get into law school? How many people said, "you're black, don't worry" when I expressed admissions concerns? And if I go, what if everyone was right? What if Prof. Sander was not completely off kilter in his Stanford Law Review article repudiating affirmative action programs because he finds (believes?) that they are allowing unqualified applicants to be admitted, who can't swim with the rest and sink to the bottom?

And now it's nearly midnight, and I'm procrastinating on doing my Civil Procedure reading. I have a full tuition scholarship. The threat of exams is impending upon me, but the primacy of that threat is for getting jobs as both a 1L and a 2L, which is mitigated by the crazy amazing advantages for firm work afforded me by the program I was in this past summer and the scholarship program I'm in now. Even if I do not choose to work at a firm, NYU has a comprehensive program for funding public interest work. I don't really have that many (close) friends in law school, but apparently I'm that guy "who makes good points" in class, which suggests that maybe I'm not as underqualified as that particular UCLA professor mentioned above might have expected and might be able to the task of law school at as rigorous an institution as NYU. And some kids who I think are very smart and on the ball asked me to be in their study group (granted, I think I weigh the group down, but several meetings later and they don't seem to feel that way).

Wow, what an unnecessarily long post. This is what happens when you are avoiding your work.

Still, happy anniversary to me.


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 23:00.
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Wednesday, November 01, 2006

|To Wong Foo B. D. Wong, thanks for everything, Julie Newmar.|

Did you ever think it was possible to accidentally have sex with a celebrity? Well, it's probably not. But the likelihood increases manifestly when it's a B-list celebrity.

When you go on to a gay sex site where quasi-anonymity is as indigenous a quality as pseudo-masculinity and you talk to a hot looking guy whose face is conveniently obscured by the flash of the camera and then he reveals his face pic to you and you ask, because it looks like but you aren't sure because the picture is small, if he is the guy who played the wedding planner's assistant in "Father of the Bride" and he asks, "Would it matter if I were?" and then you ask, "Is that a yes?" and then he dodges the question but convinces you to his East Village apartment all the same and you get to the door and it's opened to reveal that while it is the same person who played the wedding planner's assistant in "Father of the Bride" it is NOT the same man because the before you stands not a lilting piece of queeritude but a hunky built deep-voice boot wearing piece of hot gay asian (Gaysian? Is that an acceptable term yet?) slab of man beef, yes, it's possible to accidentally have sex with a celebrity.


promulgated by SWS2.1 at 09:17.
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