Wednesday:
i don't normally have school on Wednesdays but, i had to go to school for reasons i'll get into in tomorrow's post, and, while i was there, i figured i would go to visit my Legal Writing II Professor to have a chat about the big Trial Brief that is due over the weekend.
this is the second or third time that i've done that.
which is more then i've ever visited with Professors during their Office Hours then all my time in undergraduate education combined
i don't know what the guy can do for me, i have tried asking the guy “how can i make this better?” and “can you make this better for me?” but all the smug cunt will give me is a wry smile and cryptic non-answers.
fuck you, fuckface.
still, i keep trying, i go to the guy's office, ask my questions, then leave fifteen minutes later feeling frustrated and defeated.

Thursday:
i had a big long day at school on Thursday, Property,Legal Writing, a practice exam in Academic Support and Contracts [see yesterday's post] but then, after all of that, come 3:20pm, i still wasn't allowed to go home.
well, technically i was allowed, nobody is keeping me at Law School against my will, but since i'm the kind of guy who never misses class, i consider it a matter of pride, i kept on dragging my feet through the rest of the too-long day.
i had a second Property class on Thursday, which is a thing that happens sometimes.
i would say they are make-ups because our Professor is the Dean and he misses a lot of classes because of reasons, but, these bonus classes are for all three sections of Property and i don't know what the deal is with the other two groups. maybe they just have days off built into their schedule too?
anyways, our entire First Year class gathered in the assembly hall at 3:30 to listen to a guy talk to us about a new legal concept he pioneered.
it was basically two hours of the guy bragging about something cool he did.
and by “cool” i mean “cool” if (1) you're a lawyer or maybe a law student who knows enough to know what he's talking about, and (2) you're a liberal and inclined towards public interest advocacy and (3) you think that lobbying state legislatures to modify intestacy statutes is an effective way to bring about social justice, which is an optimistic view at best and possibly just a great big jerk-off, depending on how cynical your politics are.
but, as lawyers and Law School goes, i guess this counts as cool enough.

the guy's deal, what he's been working on for going on twenty years, has been to modify the default rules for intestacy laws so that when a person dies without a will, instead of their property being passed down to all their legal heirs as tenants-in-common, they get passed down in some other way.
the problem with tenants-in-common ownership is that, all tenants in common own an undivided 100% share in the property they all own together.
this can be a problem generation after generation after generation when it turns out some property has eighty-five different legal owners.
this can be an even bigger problem when unscrupulous property owners track down some patsy with a five percent stake in a property and get him to default on his share of taxes for the house, then they pick the place up at auction for pennies on the dollar.
this is a problem that disproportionately affects poor people.
most problems disproportionately affect poor people.
the guy shows us some statistics that the average national rate for intestacy, that is, people who die with no will whos assets have to be divided according to whatever scheme their state has prescribed is 42%.
but, for White folks it's 35% and for Black folks its 72%.
even more staggering, for Whites who didn't graduate high school it's 43% but for Blacks with a graduate degree or better, it's 66%.
the lesson here is that Black folks just don't want to have wills.
and so, when they die intestate, their stuff gets passed down to their heirs as tenants-in-common, which then leaves them especially vulnerable to real estate predators.
so, this guy set out to do something about that.

this guy went out and got the Uniform Law Commission to pay for him to conduct a study on the issue.
the Uniform Law Commission, like its name implies, is an organization that exists to write a bunch of laws and convince the various states to adopt them, to make them uniform.
they helped write the Uniform Commercial Code and a bunch of other model regulations.
anyways, the guy spent years doing research and then several more years convincing the Uniform Law Commission to adopt his recommendations.
the guy went into a whole bunch of detail about the politics that involved, about how he was put in a room with all kinds of representatives from the rich cunts who profit off of evicting poor Blacks from their land and told to make a deal.
the Uniform Law Commission hasn't has a successful effort to codify property law in 187 years because the powers that be like the property laws just fine the way they are.
but somehow, after years and years of wheedling, finally he was able to get the Uniform Law Commission to get behind the project to convince the fifty State legislatures to change the laws.
so far, he's got eight, with another five considering it.
as we were talking, the Texas legislature was considering it, but, by the time we were free to go, the guy still didn't hear back if it was a go or not.
the guy who gave us a talk about this cool thing that he did just recently joined the Law School faculty
i went up to him after the presentation to ask what classes he teaches because i'd like to do something cool like that, but he was talking to somebody else and i didn't want to wait around.

Friday:
we had another Property class on Friday morning, 8:30 to 10:20am.
it was my only class of the day.
i had an exceptionally difficult time waking up when my alarm went off at 7:21am.
i effectively sat up in bed staring at the wall with my mouth hanging open and my brain all mushy, refusing to gel until 8:00am when i had to force myself to brush my teeth and start my day.
i always have a hard time starting my day, but this was exceedingly difficult.

for the very first time in my Law School career, i came to class unprepared on purpose.
though, it didn't really matter.
unlike in other classes where the Professor will call on people to discuss the day's reading and case briefs at random, or, last semester, where they will draw names off of note-cards at random, our Property Professor isn't as exacting.
in Property, you only get called on if you submit a note-card before the stat of class.
if you don't submit a note-card, you won't get called on.
to get full Class Participation credit you have to submit twenty-five cards or better.
we have twenty-eight classes total and at the time, i had submitted twenty-two cards with five classes remaining so i had plenty of cushion to get my full class participation allotment of points.
besides, from what i hear a lot of my classmates saying, their card count is like, fourteen or ten or six.

i wasn't prepared for class because, holy shit, last week has been the most obnoxious week of Law School ever.
and Law School has been a series of incredibly obnoxious weeks.
it was the last week to work on our Trial Briefs, plus we had shit to do for Contracts and Property.
i had to cut something out and so the reading and briefing for the cases on Friday got the axe.
i guess if i really wanted to push myself i could have done the reading and briefing Thursday night after my big, long day at Law School, but i had LiveJournal to write so, that takes precedence, somehow.

the topic for the day's class was rental property.
i had no idea so it was all a complete surprise.
i sat and i listened as best i could while the Professor and the rest of the class talked about a case involving some guy who had stink and urine soaking through his walls and another guy who kept a shed full of explosives in the middle of a field where children play.
i don't know how either case worked out or what the point was, but it sure did seem interesting.
i never quite got my brain to wake up, though, and i spent most of the class staring at the clock, counting down the minutes until 10:20am when i would be free for the weekend.
it was a long countdown watching that clock.

//[ab irato ad astra]
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