Chicken Fajitas, Piggery, and Such
Director Robert Rodriguez said, "Not knowing how to cook is like not knowing how to fuck." Take that as you will.
During Property this morning, I found a new favorite word: piggery. It is a place where pigs are raised or kept. It has a lot more charm than "pig sty" or anything similar. I'm not going to be able to run out the clock this semester in Property. Judging by our pace and who in my row has been called on, I'm going to be called on this week. Maybe Thursday, Friday for sure. It's not really a big deal because I always read for class and am well prepared, even when I know I won't get called on. I just like Property law, so I don't mind reading it. I've been called on three times in that class already and handled things well. There's just an uneasy feeling that you never really lose.
Most law professors teach using the Socratic Method. They call on someone, ask for the facts of whatever case we are discussing, the law applied by the court, the holding of the case, and the court's reasoning. Then the professor asks related questions, usually a few "what if's" that change the facts a bit. Some professors make you stand while you do this, some don't. It can be a bit unnerving to stand in front of 90 or so classmates while the professor grills your knowledge of modern contract rights or the Statute of Frauds. On the plus side, you lose any fear you have of speaking in public. You also improve your verbal skills and shit.
Well I have a little Con Law to read. Tomorrow we are going over Roe, Bowers, Griswold, and probably Lawrence on Thursday. I don't know if there will be one of those oh-so-fun abortion debates (yelling matches) but either way, it should be interesting. I have a pretty basic understanding of abortion law and right of privacy. This is one of the reasons I go to law school. I want to know this stuff. These are the rules of life, so to speak.