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( 12 Jun 2017 03:00 pm)
last Monday i was fighting with the PSE as i was packing up my school books and computer for Law School and i got all flustered and ended up leaving my mouse at the house.
which meant i had to type out the day's notes with the heals of my hands constantly rubbing up against the computer's trackpad.
i don't know how anybody uses a laptop computer to type without disabling the trackpad.
it wasn't as bad on this computer as on others that i've used and if i made a conscious effort to type with my hands hovering above the computer, not resting on it, it wasn't all that big of a problem.

in Monday's Children and the Law class we talked about the Uniform Parentage Act, which is a law that establishes procedures and protocols for determining who people's parents are.
we talked about how in cases involving Child Support or any kind of government assistance State agencies will intervene to try to ascertain who a child's deadbeat dads are, to garnish their wages.
but, in cases of adoption, there is no incentive on the part of either the State or the Courts to give much of a shit about paternity.
if a mother wants to give up her baby and there is no father or alleged father in the picture trying to oppose the deal, the Courts are more then happy to ship that child off to better parents.
and i'm all for adoption, i believe parenting should be as intentional as possible and that babies should be in the hands of people who actually want them, not idiots who have made mistakes, but, it also seems really dicked up for the Court and the State to be so blasé about a father's rights.
the Uniform Parentage Act creates a Paternity Registry which is a list you can put your name on if you think you might have gotten somebody pregnant and they will inform you of any legal actions to try to sever your parental rights but, of course, who the fuck knows that that is a thing?
Courts used to appoint an attorney ad litem to represent the unknown father to do due diligence to try to locate the fellow and get him to sign off on the adoption but they don't do that anymore for reasons that don't make a lick of sense.
of course, the flip side of the coin is that if a potential baby-daddy wanted to be involved in his child's life he should be involved in the mother's life but sometimes that just doesn't happen for reasons that could be totally not his fault.
a guy shouldn't lose his opportunity to be a father because the Court can't be arsed to try to find him.
every day i go to Law School, it seems, i find a new thing to get all upset about.

last Wednesday i rode my new motorcycle to Law School.
Law School is only ten minutes from my apartment door-to door, and maybe only four minutes on the interstate, but, boy, it sure was something going eighty-someodd miles per hour down the highway.
the biggest problem i had was that the wind kept trying to push my helmet off my head so i had to ride with my head kind of down.
it was a fun commute, though.

in class we talked about the procedures for authorizing and conducting genetic testing to determine who is somebody's parents.
for a genetic test to be admissible in court, it has to come from a center approved by one of three approved accreditation organizations. you can't just order a kit off the internet and expect the court to give it credence.
if a test is conducted by a lab that has been accredited by one of the accreditation organizations listed in the law, and it has been done according to the procedures listed in the law, a genetic test becomes self-admitting evidence, that is, it doesn't have to be supported by testimony from an expert witness.
this is a bit of in-the-weeds procedure stuff the kind that most of my classmates have already learned about in either Civil Procedure or Evidence but i haven't gotten around to yet, because i'm just a part-time First Year.
i don't know if the Professor knows how much i don't know.
fortunately, i was able to keep up this time.

i have a bit of an advantage in class, i suspect, because most of the time i pay attention.
a lot of my classmates, all Second and Third Years, spend their time in class fucking around on their computers.
i sit in the back of the room and watch them play on Face Book and tweet each other.
one guy spent some time tracking a package and another lady spent an inordinate amount of time looking at pictures of garlic knots.
by the time class was over, i was disappointing to not have any garlic knots myself.
but this habit of goofing around on the computer in the middle of class is not unique to the Second and Third Years, my fellow First Years used to do it in class, too.
i assumed that the problem was that the First Years are almost all Millennials and have the attention span of a gerbil but, the Second and Third Years in my Summer School class are all older, most of them are older then me, and they goof off on their computers all the same.
i am hoping that this translates into me having an advantage over them come Finals, but i guess i shouldn't get too cocky.
maybe looking at different swimsuits is an excellent way to retain information.

at some point as our Professor, Judge Old Coot was reading the Family Law Code at us, he got off on a tangent the way he often does about how the people at LabCorp can be rough with their needles.
“the last time i was there for some blood work,” he prattled on, “i told the lady that if she jabs me one more time, i was going to blow the place up...
i'm not a terrorist, but i did my time in Vietnam, i know some things...”
that woke my classmates out of their web-surfing trances.
our Professor is one of the most respected legal professionals in the State of Texas.
another detour our Professor took from the curriculum was to reminisce about the time back in the 1970s when he was in the State Legislature, trying to fight Federal imposition of the 55 mile-per-hour speed limit.
apparently he was the head of the Transportation Committee and he wasn't going to let the bill get out to the floor for a vote, but then the Governor threatened to call a Special Session and the Judge's wife called him to say that if he didn't come home for Christmas he shouldn't bother coming home at all and that's how Texas got the 55 MPH speed limit for over twenty years.
this, of course, doesn't have a goddamned thing to do with Family Law, but it's interesting as shit to hear the Old Coot reminisce.

at 8:00pm my buddy and only other First-Year in the class came stumbling in an hour and a half late.
he took his regular seat and i handed him the roll sheet to sign.
class went longer then usual, all the way 'til 9:00pm.
class is scheduled to last until 9:15pm, but normally the Old Coot loses his voice or runs out of things to say by 8:30.
for that last hour, i started to get restless.
when class finally did end my fellow First-Year buddy turned to me, with a great big smile on his face and said “this class is way more fun when you're drunk...”
this isn't some twenty-two year old kid, this guy is damned-near fifty with three children.
“are you alright to drive home?” i asked.
he said he was but, out in the parking lot, i sat on my motorcycle for a few seconds longer then necessary to give him time to barrel his F-250 out on the road way ahead of me.

//[ab irato ad astra]

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