Insult to injury

Ok, I get it, the school wants to make sure that we get certain pieces of information. So here we are at a workshop that we are required to attend, listening to these guys from the legal research and writing department basically recite to us the stuff that is already covered in the handout that they gave us. Unfortunately, they really take attendance seriously. They've got THREE sign-in sheets circulating around the room, and we have to sign each of them or else they'll assume that we snuck out at some point. In every other aspect we are treated with the utmost respect, after all, we're LAW students. This school is full of some of the smartest and most motivated people in the country and there isn't a single person in the room who is not going to spend a lot of time and effort to put together a good writing sample for prospective employers. Yet they feel the need to confine us in a room and recite the contents of a handout to us by shovelling advice that is obvious even to me, the mostly illiterate engineer. Sure, the school wants to make sure that we understand that this is important... but one of the great fundamental legal concepts that they teach us is that people are responsible for knowing what they have been told. They don't take extra effort to tell us when scholarships or tuition payments are due, or loan applications, or anything else that is, say, important... but oh yes, we must sit there and listen to them read to us.

Ok, I'm done now, the workshop is almost over and it's time to go get some food with dad. Oh yes, dad is in town for a few days, gonna be a good time :-).

… of course, just to add insult to injury, blogger was down when I tried to post this for "scheduled maintenance" (who the hell schedules maintenance on a Wednesday during primetime?), so I couldn't post.

Made good progress the last few days. Dad was in town and we hiked all over downtown and visited the Holocaust Museum, and the Jefferson, FDR and Lincoln Memorials. What struck me most about seeing all of that is how very different the great leaders of the past are from our current "great leader." *sigh* I miss the Enlightenment. Anyway, I'm wandering in the trees and just stopped singing because some dude in black is screaming at me... man these secret service guys are creepy. Total thus far: 54 miles.