1. An inquiry into the mental competancy of a person to stand trial.
2. A proceeding to determine whether a person should be institutionalized.
Because sometimes it seems like the world has gone crazy...
I was thinking I could make an elaborate post about the Red Sox winning, but I almost feel like either I can't do it justice, or that it's time to just let it be over or something. In the end, I feel that this picture just says it all:
For those of you not in law school, one of the main features of the law school class is that professors actually lecture very little. Instead, in a manner known as the socratic method, they call on students and ask them generally pretty open ended questions. Students are then forced to answer or face embarrassment in front of the whole classroom. How long the professor will spend torturing you if you do not actually know the answer varies by professor.
I actually do not have a huge gripe with the socratic method except that occasionally you will get professors that ask questions that are so vague and out of context that you are completely uncertain of what they are even asking. I had a professor this summer who actually tongue in cheek called this, "Guess What I am Thinking," which I am sure he knew aptly describes the more serious attitude of some of his colleagues.
The problem with this whole situation is that often a professor will ambush you when you otherwise understand the material. This morning I was faced with this situation- as long as the professor was asking me questions about the reading, no problem. But then he seemed to drift off into "What am I thinking land?" His question might very well have been, "What color underwear am I wearing?" or "What year did I get my wisdom teeth out?" [I can totally see him responding, "TRICK QUESTION! I never got them out!"] This same guy loves to randomly call on you about twenty minutes later in the class and ask you something totally out of context, because apparently it relates back to what he was talking with you about earlier. ["...and this relates back to what we were talking about earlier with my underwear which were- what color J.P.?"].
The point is- stop wasting our time. This is not productive, although I realize it may be how you get your cheap jollies. Students are not mind readers and the only thing this sort of questioning results in is letting people who dodge direct questions instead spew off topic drivel for a couple minutes until you finally tell us what is actually going on inside your sick and derranged mind ["HAH! I'm not WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR!!!"].
Dear Person Who Wear Cologne or Perfume at the Gym,
Listen, I know you have the best of intentions. Perhaps you see a lot of cute guys/girls at the gym when you are working out and you think to yourself that what better place is there to meet in shape people than the gym- so why not smell your best? Maybe you are even worried that you have especially foul body odor or sweat too much when you work out.
Well on behalf of every sane person at the gym- it is not working. Lay off the perfume/cologne. First of all, you will not cover up anything or smell good if you wear some type of fragrance when you work out. It is analgous to the situation Joe Rogan described with people who try to cover nasty smells by burning a ton of scented candles instead of elimitating the source of the smell, "instead of smelling like ass, now it smells like candle and ass." It is the same with the cologne at the gym. Instead of smelling your sweat and b.o., we are now all forced to endure the nauseating combination of Aqui di Gio and unwashed wife beater that was at the bottom of gym bag, or Clinque Happy mixed with drenched sports bra. If this grosses you out- good- it should.
Do yourself and all of the rest of us a favor Fragrance in the gym wearer and just put an end to our choking on your foul fumes as we are forced to do the eliptical machine behind you.
So I went back for Alumni weekend. It was pretty intense and I have a lot of general thoughts about it. I know some famous author said, "You can't go home again," well that is true of college as well. You can go back and you can hang out, do the same things you did while you were there, and even some of the people you were there with, but the truth is it will not be the same. As you desperately try to pretend you are still a college sophmore, people can see the obvious disgust on your face with dirty bathrooms and the crappy beer.
Part of it is that you have been replaced. It may be hard to accept, but after you left some kid who was pretty much exactly like you only younger came in and basically took your spot and life went on at that school. Much like an assembly line where the finished product was finally pumped out, so too with college some other lacoste shirt wearing punk from high school, just like you at the beginning is starting over in the exact same place.
Another part of it is that many colleges, like mine, are located in tiny little towns where basically nothing of any cultural importance is occuring on a daily or even yearly basis. The only thing that made college interesting in the first place was experiencing things for the first time academically as well as socially, not the geographic setting. It may be hard to remember, but this probably even occurred to you when you were near the end of your time there; however, nostalgia sets in for some of us and we forget that a bit. Perhaps another factor is that hopefully we gained some great friendships from our time in college and we are still holding on to them, and sometimes for some reason we confuse those relationships with an arbitrary location and a time that has passed. Another part of it is that you probably reached maximum saturation with this tiny place while you were actually forced to live there for college, not unlike the little kid who loves corndogs, so he eats so many he finally vomits and then can never have another corndog.
This weekend I saw an old friend I had not seen since a year out of college and that was great. We hung out, had some laughs, and most certainly tried to relive our college experience. I also saw a girl I dated in college who I had not seen since we broke up, which was interesting. I realized that I had forgetten that she was a really great girl who undoubtedly I had underappreciated, but it was good just to see her and try to make the case I had grown up a little.
I am the last person to claim that I am mature, but certainly I have changed. This weekend brought back a swirl of emotions that still has me pondering things 2 days after I drove as far away as I possibly could from the place. It was good to see you F&M and to see that although I have changed, you have not.
So they did it. The Red Sox beat the Yankees to win the ALCS in a totally unprecedented comback win from a 3 games to none deficit. I think even the most marginal Red Sox fan is truly inspired.
Last night I was out at McFadden's in Providence for the end of the game, which was absolutely packed to the brim with fans. For once during the commercials I had little or nothing to say because I was so nervous that something would happen- I just wanted the game to be over and know for sure that a Yankee comeback was averted. And then when it was finally over it was amazing. It was like New Years eve for Red Sox fans- I hardly knew what to do- hugging people, high-five-ing total strangers, honking and waving to other cars in the street on the drive home. It was inspirational people.
For those of you reading this from out of state, or who are not sports fans, or whatever, rest assured that once the World Series is over this page will return to its normal Non-sports dominated theme, but it seems like right now living in New England means being excited about the Red Sox. The other day I said to someone that the Red Sox were making history, to which someone responded that baseball is not history at all. I suppose they are right to an extent, but I will say this: right now is a very turbulent time in the world full of uncertainty and adversity- terrorism, a terrible election, our country is at war, plague, economic recession, but despite all of that sports have the power to inspire. I realize that baseball like any professional sport has come to mean more than just a high school football game, but nonetheless it has the power to inspire a larger group of people across wider economic and social boundries than any other medium.
At school yesterday someone wrote on the board of one of the classrooms, "Faith is believing in something even though you know doesn't make any sense, GO SOX." I think the real inspiration of the Red Sox, as I said before, is what it stands for. Most of us are not the Yankees of the world, we are the Red Sox- the ones that people counted out and came back when our backs where against the wall.
Quotes of the Day: Adam:"congrats to the Sox for stickin it to the man though." Derek:"I'm like an exhausted toddler."
"Flu shot shortages, provisional ballots, the Red Sox and Yankees going to game seven: "This is the kind of behavior you see that leads to riots and uprisings," says one psychology professor. Yeah, imagine if the Cubs were still in it."
I was going to write about going back for Alumni Weekend this weekend, but the truth is that I can not. I am sick with Red Sox fever. I am truthfully not a huge sports fan, but it is difficult not to get sucked in to the tremendous come back fight that the Red Sox have made against the Yankees. So unfortunately, I cannot make any posts about any of the other stuff going on my life for the time being. What is most amazing to me is that while the Yankee fans become restless and cranky, throwing balls and batteries on their own homefield last night, the Red Sox fans are truly inspired despite the fact that this was an unprecendented come back from way behind.
Quote of the day from Derek: "I have never been on ecstasy, but I imagine this is what it is like."