Where's the Professor?

So the Lost One is a bit ticked, he's here but where is Professor W_____? Not here. Still a bit of time to spend with my sadly neglected blog. Not a whole lot going on now, shades of eat, sleep, read, class (is class a verb? What would be an appropriate verb?), repeat. Still, now that the Lost One is reaching the half point of his year, the crazy has to be coming, right? You know the time when it will be read, class, read, class, read, class, read, class, longing thoughts of sep-u-ku (confidential to the Lost One's mother: Just kidding mom. I'm fine. Send Money.). Looking forward to attending Red Mass, even though, ya'know, not a Catholic. Still it sounds like it might be fun to set aside a little time every year to pray for the Maker's wisdom for those of us in (or at least seeking to join) the legal profession.

Let's see what else? Oh, went to the local Bar Association "reception" (read: lots and lots of lawyers getting plastered). OK, the Lost One will admit to being a square on the whole drinking issue, but what the heck is the point of bragging about the time you got so drunk you (insert inappropriate/stupid/illegal behavior one would be socially shunned for, if done sober). "Wait there was alcohol involved, so it's funny! Ha! See it's not wrong, I was..." And then comes the awkward silence when the Lost One doesn't laugh...Followed by the new "changed" topic of how drunk they were last night/will be tonight/are going to be tomorrow. Check please. Wait the bar was open. DEAR SWEET MAKER, GIVE ME A FIVE COUNT TO MOVE OUT OF YOUR WAY FIRST! *sigh* The Lost One has just figured out why lawyers have a reputation for being alcoholics. Still, it was kinda weird being there...In a suit...With professionals being treated as something close to an equal. Plus a lot of the professor were there, which is always creepy. It's almost like they have lives away from the hour/hour and a half they spend in class. Ewwww. Till next time.