Orientation done. Assignments prepped. Bus schedule memorized. On with Law School then!
My first class in the morning is contracts with Professor Rice. He stands about five foot ten, has shaved himself bald whilst growing a full beard, and, best of all, he’s got a perpetual twinkle in his eye. He began addressing us this morning, stating he felt a lot of pressure because he remembered his first class at law school vividly. The word syllabus had just left his lips when the fire alarm went off.
He hung his head and smiled, shaking his head in disbelief.
We waited a polite 15 seconds and then shuffled out the door into the misty morning with many second and third year students I hadn’t seen before. It didn’t last long, but it was fun.
My second class was Torts. Lamentably it wasn’t Tortes. Professor Bell set the record straight on that. The morning whisked by and I found myself in Civil Procedure class with Professor Hesch.
This is where is got fun.
To illustrate jurisdiction, he gave me a plastic crown and made me the queen of England. And from my palace in London I imposed a $1 on EVERYBODY. But the silly French King (my classmate Ridge Fuller) threatened to go to war against me if I sent my mercenaries into his kingdom to enforce the tax. (That seemed most unwise.)
However, be that as it may, if his subjects bought property in merry old England, I confiscated their land if they didn’t pay the tax, and further, if one of his citizens came over here and didn’t pay I put them in the dungeon. So there.
What a way to set up personal jurisdiction and domicile!!
I must get back to the books. Not with a spirit of timidity, but of power, love and self-discipline! (My verse for the week–maybe the year–maybe my life.)