*ominous thunder*

Ugh. Ok, so last week was pretty much spent working on the memo *ominous thunder*. What is the memo *ominous thunder*? WELL. The memo *ominous thunder* actually refers to the most current iteration of massive, crazy, insane, 30+% of your grade in legal rhetoric (research and writing) writing assignments. This particular the memo *ominous thunder* was our very first opportunity for creative (persuasive) writing and, like all of the previous iterations of the memo *ominous thunder*, pretty much consumed our lives for the past few weeks.

Naturally, all the real work got done the night before, because each iteration of the memo *ominous thunder* seems to have some sort of built in inhibitor that prevents real understanding of what the assignment’s true purpose until no less than 24 hours before it is due.

You see, this legal writing thing really isn’t that hard. It is highly formulaic and logical, each point following the very simple “conclusion, rule of law, proof of rule, application of rule to the current case, restatement of conclusion” format and honestly is very straightforward. But for some unfathomable reason, it is just terribly difficult to do and however easy it is to explain how to write the memo *ominous thunder*, actually doing it is a whole different story.

the memo *ominous thunder*

Ok, sorry, that was unnecessary.

the memo *ominous thunder*

And that was totally over the top.

the memo *ominous thunder*

Getting old Erik…

the AAAAGH, GET IT OFF ME! OW! HEY! PUT THAT BACK, IT LOOKS IMPORTANT!

...

*ominous silence*

Better.

So what else… umm, actually, I should probably work. I’ll tell you about helping to found a new student group (because, really, I don’t have enough to do) and my brother’s summer plans later.

Ok, got lost several more times, escaped from the tree that tried to eat me, met the overly happy dude in the garish clothes, and am now happily on my way to the Barrow Downs. Great. Y'know, I can't help but feel that this whole thing would be easier if we just stayed on the damn ROAD! But nooooo! We have to avoid the immortal, freakishly strong dudes in the funky cloaks. *sigh*

Ok, I've come 108 miles so far, behind schedule, but making progress.