First Day

Okay - so before I start my mini-tirade about law school I have to say this -

Vandy is GREAT. The professors and students are totally friendly. And I absolutely LOVE the environment. So, far everyone is friendly and helpful...so far...lol...

Anyway, today was my first day. I woke up at around 6 did my little routine of reading my Bible, making breakfast, watching the news and getting dressed. Got to school about 8:30 (couldn't find parking near the school) and was ready for class at 9:10.

Cool. Class was actually interesting - though everyone (myself included) were probably a little too anxious to raise our hand (trying to get the pressure out of the way). Oh, and now I understand the gunner mentality. If your grade is only based on one exam and class participation, who doesn't want to make sure they get the professor's attention????

Okay, here's the thing - I'm too tired for a tirade. It's 7:40pm and I just got home, and I STILL have about 2 hours worth of reading!!!!! Plus, I got make dinner, exercise, and have just a tiny bit of me time.

So....now I know why you can't work your first year....and this is only my first DAY....

law school

uh - i'm a bit overwhelmed. 14 books for 4 classes....homework for monday....and i'm going to atlanta this weekend...hmmmm....did i mention that 5 of those are just for legal writing....?

Dinner Party

I just had my first ever Sabbath dinner/lunch party!!! It was great - just a few friends and the perfect atmosphere. Anyway, I'm really not going to write too much since I'm trying to relax and all for Wednesday, but I did see something interesting today...

I saw one of my "friends" today at church - who didn't tell me he was in town, and to top it off, the only reason I saw him was because his "ex" saw me first...it wasn't until I was talking to her that I even noticed him in the car....hmmmmmm....I would say more but I don't know who reads this...so, needless to say I was a little peeved....

One more week....

....of freedom....

Rant

So, I'm totally supposed to be sleeping right now. Instead I've been reading random blogs and doing whatever else one does on the internet for 2 hours when they should be sleeping. Especially considering the fact that I'm going to church in the morning. But whatever.

Since I am awake for at least another 30 minutes (my battery is about to die and I am not getting up to find the cord) I'll tell you how I found my new appreciation for "good guys", Mr. Nice guy, etc...

I ended up going to a club the other night. The how's, with whom's, and why's are not important. Anyway, I'm not a big club person - been to some in LA/Hollywood/Beverly Hills/Vegas and that's pretty much it. And of course I had my group with me. Friends who I can totally let loose with.

Not this time. This time, I was with some girls I literally just met maybe an hour before. Incidentally, before I really met one them I met her boobs. Yeah. That's what I said. I came to her place and she was trying to put those clear nipple pads on or something....lol....I almost died laughing.

Then I helped her.

It was hilarious. But I digress. We went to a new Nashville club for black professionals. Which means I was in total "I'm not interested mode". What can I say? I'm a racist. I never think that white guys, latino guys, asian guys or any other race would be interested in me.

Only black guys. And not just only - all. Anywho, we walk in and there are a bunch of dudes smoking, drinking, doing whatever it is you do in the club. I was appalled by a number of things.


1) That along with lotion the bathroom attendant (who had at least 2 gold teeth) was offering black and milds! (To those who don't know what those are, it's like a fake cigar/cigarette with a very distinct smell.) HUH???

2) The annoying dudes who kept staring at me like they wanted to say something and only
stopped when I deliberately turned away from them and talked to the guys that
were with us.

3) The 1 white white-haired old man who was flirting with young black girls. Sorry. It
was just disturbing on so many levels. (I know - totally not pc.)

4) But you know what bothered me the most??? The songs. (Warning: Any underage
readers stop now....OFFENSIVE LANGUAGE)

And I quote -

"Bitch you poppin'"??????????????

"Let me see your tits and ass"????????????

And the women (educated mind you) had the NERVE to get up and say/yell/scream - "Ooooooh, this is my song!"

ARE YOU F-ING KIDDING ME????!!!!!

Did I mention that I stayed in my corner the entire night? I sat, I stood, I chatted. I observed. And.Did.Not.Move.

By the way, this took me almost 20 minutes to write 'cause I was too lazy to go and get my glasses.

Faces of Iran

Deena Guzder

These are pics from a fellow intern I met at AI in NYC. Since then she graduated from Columbia's School of Journalism and has been working as a reporter. Her latest assignment sent her to Iran where she said a lot of American's won't see what normal life is like in that country. I love these ones because who can resist children?

But then I think about this little boy in Iraq:



Look at his eyes.