SMALL FRIGGIN WORLD

California Western School of Law, Thomas Jefferson School of Law, and Nathan Mother Fuckin' Caracter's place

So, due to the fact that this lawsuit is taking forever and I'm not one to stand idly by while the wheels of justice do or do not come to the right conclusion, I decided to apply to Thomas Jefferson School of Law. At first, I was rather sheepish about the whole thing -- you know, being academically dismissed from one law school -- asking to attend another, but they were surprisingly cool about it. Guess I wasn't the first person this happened to.

They started me off as a 1L . . . again! My only class that transferred from CWSL was Legal Writing, and so I'm basically starting all over again . . . which is fine - I'll just look like a super smart 1L, lol. Shitty thing is, I have to go through a week of orientation . . . again! Four days of über boring orientation. But, I'm being the model new law student. I'm prepared, well coiffed, punctual - EVERYTHING! On the last day of orientation, some of the students waltzed in around 9:05 am, and the orienter goes on about how being tardy is not acceptable in law school, and we need to treat law school like it's a job, etc. I am so smug at this point.

We break for lunch, and I go home to get a bite to eat and let my friend's dog out for a walk. BECAUSE I AM A GOOD PERSON! Anyway, we're having a bit of a heat wave, and I am a known perspirer so I rush home and change real quick. Remembering the lecture we received this morning regarding punctuality, I haul ass back to TJSL and glance down at my phone to check the time.

Yeah, my phone's pink. Wanna fight about it?

So, not late, just in time, I'm thinking. Buuuuuuut, fuck no, I power walk up to room 235 and the door is shut, the lights are dimmed, and some speaker is giving his Power Point presentation. I open the sheepishly and have cross the ENTIRE length of the room, in front of the speaker, to get to my front row seat on the far end. All the while going, "Sorry, sorry, I'm sorry, sorry I'm late." Bullshit, I feel bad cuz y'all started early? I think not.

Anyway, I take my seat and look up at the speaker, thinking to myself, "gosh this guy looks familiar." I look down at the itenerary they gave us for orientation for the week and look at the speaker's name. Mike Sullivan. "Gosh that name sounds familiar" I think to myself.

OH, JESUS FUCKING GODDAMNED CHRIST!!

Yes, dear Readers.

Mike Sullivan, my former law school's attorney

The one who tried to blackmail me with this blog because I used a few choice "C-words" to describe my former Dean of Administration.

The one I'll be facing off against in his bullshit demurrer hearing on Friday.

The funny thing is, I don't know who was more rattled in that moment, him or I. I could tell when he was giving his presentation the exact moment when he recognized who I was. But afterwards, when he was finished, we ran into each other at the elevators and he stammered something and couldn't get out of there fast enough. Hopefully, he'll feel the same at court on Friday.

Wish me luck and I'll let you know how it goes!