The End of Summer

After a lovely five days off, the vacation is over and I'm off to work. Not only to I have the joy of driving to uptown place with the worst construction on 610, I get to sit through the first day of work without checking my grades. At least I'll get to do all of the fun first day stuff: fill out paper work, watch the sexual harassment video and learn which stores have the most slip-and-falls.

I miss school.

grades

The last finals are today, so the registrar should be able to post grades on Friday. This shouldn’t be too difficult considering Coleman turned his grades in several weeks ago. Unfortunately for us, our intrepid registrar’s office (which is as efficient as it is personable) won’t post anything until Monday morning. The same Monday morning that I’ll be stopped on 310 trying to get to work. This means I’ll get my LRW grade after I arrive, and will end up crying my first day at work (normally it takes a good three days before I start crying on the job).

Steniener should post his grades quickly, hopefully by the end of the week. I doubt we’ll waint long for Contracts; Kelso seems like he’ll fly through them (though he could spend a few hours thumbing through JP’s tome). Old Buford could potentially turn his in quickly, but it will probably take him until late July to get around to running them through the Scantron. I’m predicting Bergin will take a while; hopefully she’ll be too wowed by the Magna Carta to notice everything I missed.

update

The property review is moved to 11:00am on the day before the test. I'll just get to school as soon as it opens and squat in the room for a few hours.


from churchsigngenerator.com

Review session

The day before the Constitutional Law and Property finals, I’m going to give a full-blown review of the course. The Con Law review will be at 10:30am and the Property at 7:30am. They will be held in room 3023, 3021, 3038 or 3039; check them all to see which one I’m in.

We’ll have a lot to cover, so they’ll start fairly promptly (within 10 to 15 minutes of the listed time). Questions will be welcome, though we need to try and get through the material as quickly as possible.

As a condition precedent to doing this, however, I’m going to need a copy of someone’s e notes on third party beneficiaries; I especially need the four tests that are applied and the answers to all of the example situations we covered in class. Either give them to me at school or email them to samharen –-at-- gmail.com.

The Man strikes back at Greenpeace

Greenpeace, well known for activism, communism and terrorism, now has a new shtick: pollution. The organization and several members are on trial for criminal negligence in violating Oregon maritime oil-spill regulations. Oregon claims the prosecution is coming after the Greenpeace boat agreed to stay anchored once it realized the regulatory problems, but left anyway without fixing them; Greenpeace thinks this is being done in retaliation for being anti-logging (or because the good people of Oregon are keeping the red-fighting spirit of Joe McCarthy alive). If the hippies are right, there’s an abuse of process claim.

My second favorite part of the article (besides seeing Greenpeace on trial) was when the counsel for the defense said “Those on board [the Greenpeace boat] didn't know [of the requirements]…. ‘There was no criminal negligence here,' he said.” Apparently he didn’t catch much of criminal law or torts: ignorance of the law is no excuse and, by definition, negligence means that the defendant didn’t know what was going on.

Stupid cat

Our cat, Tobit, recently stopped eating and drinking; granted I don’t know much about feline anatomy, but I’m pretty sure food and water are important. We took him to the local vet. He told us the cat was anemic and to take him immediately to some veterinary hospital for a blood transfusion. Despite the fact that I had never heard of cats getting blood (or donating blood for that matter), we went to the mattresses and took him in. That’s right, Lauren and I spent an obscene amount of money putting little Tobit in the cat hospital for 24 hours to get a bloody transfusion (I know that was a bad pun, but it’s my blog, so deal with it).

While at the vet’s office, we bought some of the expensive flea killing stuff (the kind you squirt onto the back of the neck). I managed to apply it to all three cats without spraying the cat, the wife or myself in the face.