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( 2 Jun 2017 03:41 pm)
last Monday i woke up at 1:30pm and spent the afternoon hanging around the apartment like i do.
i ate some pretzels from the toaster oven for lunch, watched an episode of my stories, then, at 5:45pm, it was time to get ready for the day.
it was my first day of Summer School.
i brushed my teeth, picked out a nice first-day outfit [a t-shirt with my face on it] and filled my custom TITS-messenger bag with my laptop computer and an overpriced copy of the Texas Family Code [see yesterday's post]
i kissed the PSE and the Monster goodbye and drove ten minutes east across I-30 to the edge of downtown where the Law School mingles with homeless people.
i didn't know if traffic would be much of a variable driving to school in the middle of rush hour, but it wasn't.
i parked in an almost-empty parking lot and walked to the Law School building that was also almost-empty. it wasn't quite spooky-empty, but it was close.
i found my way to Classroom 107, which is a room i had never had any reason to be in before.
most First Year classes are on the second floor.
i went and took a seat in the back of the room, stage-right, which is where i always end up sitting and looked around at my fellow classmates.
with the exception of one, i had never seen any of these people before in my life.

the class i was taking, Children And The Law, is my first elective class at Law School.
all the other classes i've taken over the past year at Law School have been lock-step and i've been in the same group with forty other kids all the while.
but, now i'm swimming in the larger Law School pool with Second and Third Years and i don't like it.
they're all so much older and uglier-looking. one of them looks like a squishier version of Mars from The Hills Have Eyes.
i did spot one fellow that i knew, an older guy that i sat next to and made conversation with in Contracts class.
i went and said hello to him, then went up to my locker on the second floor to get my water-bottle.
filling it up in the lunchroom, i found a box with two chocolate-glazed doughnuts.
that was a good find and it made me that much happier for the rest of the day.
at 6:30 back in room 107, the Professor came around and it was time to start the show.

the Professor for Children And The Law is an old coot.
he is no less then a hundred and three years old and has been a professor, state Representative and local family law judge for seventy years, after getting out of the Army and invading Europe.
the old coot is so distinguished that, in the back of Classroom 107, there was a life-size portrait of him looking slightly younger but still old hanging on the back wall.
i like that.
i wonder if the Old Coot insists that whenever he teaches a class at the Law School that he do it in the room where his portrait hangs.
that's what i would do if i were distinguished.

the Old Coot Professor introduced himself and then spent the next long while going off on several coot tangents.
he talked about the next frontier in family law is going to be multiple marriages and how he was surprised that that didn't happen back in the 1970s.
he talked about how soon enough we're going to be able to implant human fetuses into “pretty much any mammal” and that we're going to have to change the statutory definitions for motherhood.
he went off on rants about how cultural diversity is a return to tribalism and “these bathroom bills where people want to pee in all the different bathrooms, but in China, they all use the same bucket anyway...”
it was like listening to somebody's uncle go on and on at a Thanksgiving dinner table about whatever passes through their head at any given time.
the most perplexing thing the Old Coot said was “as Pogo the Possum once said 'we are the state...'”
he was talking about how, in theory, the family is the basic unit of democratic society and the State is only able to support itself when the family unit is functioning properly.
but, i just found it perplexing that this crazy old man expected me to know the names of all the old possums he knows, with or without authoritarian tendencies.
it's amazing that this old Coot is still allowed on the bench.

for the first seventy-five minutes of class the Old Coot cooted at us.
at 7:45pm we got a fifteen-minute break.
i went and walked around outside for a while before returning at 8:00pm for another seventy-five minutes.
in the second half of class the Old Coot read definitions out of the Texas Family Code at us.
“a mother is the genetic mother of a natural-born child, or an adopted mother.”
“an alleged father is a man who alleges himself or is alleged to be the genetic father of a child.”
“clear and convincing evidence is the standard of proof required for family law hearings.
as opposed to a 'preponderance of the evidence' in civil proceedings or 'beyond a shadow of a doubt' in criminal cases.
on an on this went with the Old Coot just reading definitions at us out of the book we are required to have.
it was boring, i watched the clock quite a bit, but i guess things could have been worse.

class was supposed to end at 9:15pm but the Old Coot decided that his voice was failing him so he called class at 9:05pm.
i went home and the PSE had supper waiting for me.
on Tuesday i could have and should have done homework for Wednesday's class, but i don't think we had any.
the Old Coot never said that we did, anyway, so i spent the day playing Risk with the PSE.
all my other classes have required us to spend hours and hours and hours and hours every week reading and briefing cases but that doesn't seem to be the deal here, which is super nice.

on Wednesday i left the house a little after 6:00pm for my second day of Law School.
i got myself settled in and at 6:30 the Old Coot toddled in to start another class.
once again, he just read the Texas Family Code at us straight out of the book, peppering in whatever anecdotes or tangents that happened to pop into his mind.
the subject for the day was how to go about filing a SAPCR, which is an acronym in Family Law [at least in Texas] for Suits Affecting the Parent-Child Relationship.
the Coot read to us about jurisdiction, which courts have authority to file a SAPCR, and which venues are appropriate.
then for a while he took a detour to talk about the Invasion of Panama.
there wasn't any connection between Norega and what he was talking about, it just popped into his head so he went with it.

at 7:45 it was break time.
i went and took a fifteen minute walk around outside.
when i came back to classroom 107 i noticed that across the hall, in the Teacher's Lounge there was a spread of different snacks.
the Teacher's Lounge is for faculty and staff only, but it was late and nobody was around and who's gonna miss several little cakes, anyway?
i grabbed as many as i could hold, which was four, then returned to class where the Old Coot spent the second half of class reading to us from the Family Code about the procedures to go about transferring SAPCRs from one venue to another.
then we took a ten minute detour to all guess what Saturday Morning Cartoon the Old Coot was thinking of.
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles? X-Men? GI Joe?
it turned out he was thinking of He-Man, “i have the power!” but he thought that was Power Rangers.
at 8:40 the Old Coot had read to us all that he wanted to read and that was it for the day.
we got out of class thirty-five minutes early and i was free for the rest of the week.

//[ab irato ad astra]

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