Friggin’ A

- March 13, 2005 @ 8:47 am · Filed under Legalese

My mom just woke me up because I promised to judge a Lion’s Club speech
contest on her behalf.  My eyes are plastered shut and I don’t have my voice right now (“Throat, ow…),
and I’ve got 20 minutes now to leave the apartment to make it on
time.  I’m going to be somnambulant throughout the event.  But
this isn’t the thing that has me thinking right now….

10 years ago, I came in second
in this same speech contest to this kid from the local Jesuit high
school.  He was definitely more eloquent, so it was a fair
loss.  He was in my BarBri class last summer, and also ended up
devoting his crunch time days to studying at the UCSF library. 
Each time he went out of a smoke break though, I couldn’t help
remembering that loss, and thought that coming back here meant that my life
(and my career) was (were) an extension of high school.  Now, he’s a
prosecutor over in one of the suburban Bay Area counties, which means
in 20 or so years, he’ll likely be a judge, which again, will make me
slightly envious.  Oh, well, this is how you make big firm SF lawyers envious.

And just to prove that the regression to high school is complete, this is what my Rowerr teachers are up to now (yes, this what my alumni donations are funding.).

4 Comments

  1. ToastyKen

    March 13, 2005 @ 1:25 pm

    1

    So awesome that Mr. Spellicy has most definitely NOT changed. 😀

  2. David

    March 15, 2005 @ 12:29 am

    2

    Spellicy was definitely the highlight of that video. Thanks for finding it (and thanks to Ken for mentioning it to me). It was a little depressing that I only recognized three teachers in that movie (Spellicy, Granucci, and Wold). Plus I’d never heard the term “milkshake” in that context before… I must be getting old.

  3. Saruchiegrrrrlllll

    April 2, 2005 @ 2:03 pm

    3

    Don’t feel too bad. Every six months of so I google my 8th grade boyfriend to see whether he and his wife are divorced yet. In fact, during my con law exam my 2L year I spent about 45 minutes thinking about how I wished I were teaching school somewhere married to him and riding his motorcyle at sunset in May instead of trying to convince a professor to give me a decent grade for a class I never attended or read the books for. I suceeded in doing that but somehow in continuing to think about my 8the grade boyfriend I think I’ve failed as well. At least you regress to high school…I’m still struggling with middle school.
    😉

  4. melissa

    April 18, 2005 @ 6:15 pm

    4

    what does “friggin a” mean? email me back, i’ve been wondering that for a long time.

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