I'm not trying to turn into those once-a-week bloggers that I generally despise, but it's been an unusually packed week. With what, you might ask? Well, there was that whole US election thing. And then that corporate counsel diversity dinner thing I got to get dressed up for. Don't forget that memo thing on money laundering due at 11 AM this morning -- ending forever my mental slip that had me associating "memo" with "Post-It note". Things are objectively still going well, but the most I remember from the week is eating crap, sitting lots, a constant caffiene headache and a conspicuous number of empty chairs in most of my classes.
I've also discovered I hate being called "Ms. Shih", mostly because nearly all the times I have heard it in my life were in Contracts class while I try to figure out 1) what the question was, 2) what page I'm supposed to be on, 3) what the little pictogram I have of a hill and bulldozer signifies, and 4) whether that pictogram was a doodle or the key to understanding everything there is to know about avoidance and losing contracts.
The Socratic system is what happens when really smart people get together and devise a way to use peer pressure to get back at everyone that ever made them feel awkward in junior high.
Incidentally, I'm currently taking submissions to be included in "Why the UN Should Like Daphne" essay for the dedicated UN legal internships offered by the school over the next summer. Does anyone have any thoughts on why I'm the World Health Organization's candidate of the century?
I've also discovered I hate being called "Ms. Shih", mostly because nearly all the times I have heard it in my life were in Contracts class while I try to figure out 1) what the question was, 2) what page I'm supposed to be on, 3) what the little pictogram I have of a hill and bulldozer signifies, and 4) whether that pictogram was a doodle or the key to understanding everything there is to know about avoidance and losing contracts.
The Socratic system is what happens when really smart people get together and devise a way to use peer pressure to get back at everyone that ever made them feel awkward in junior high.
Incidentally, I'm currently taking submissions to be included in "Why the UN Should Like Daphne" essay for the dedicated UN legal internships offered by the school over the next summer. Does anyone have any thoughts on why I'm the World Health Organization's candidate of the century?
