The Dirt Field

Dear Miss DemeanorLife, Love, Lust, and Law SchoolDear Miss Demeanor, A friend recently created a MySpace account for me, and it's begun to consume my life. I'm fairly certain I've electronically investigated at least a quarter of the human population. Where do I find the time to waste? Simple: I've stopped studying, eating, sleeping, blinking, and going to the bathroom. Should I be concerned about any reproductive ramifications arising from my self-imposed urination deprivation? -Soon to Be Incontinent IndividualQuite frankly, your biggest concern should not be reproduction at this point. I love MySpace as much as the next gal, but people who are seriously addicted to such websites should not be allowed to bring spawn into the universe, if only because it means they will spend the rest of their lives posting hundreds of cute and sparkly pictures of their offspring online under the mistaken impression that the rest of ...continue reading.

[Every year, a first year student at Mason Law writes a column in The Docket, the school's biweekly newspaper, about their throughts, feelings, and experiences as a first year student. This year, that student writer is me.]I went to Thomas Jefferson High School for Science and Technology. For those of you who have not heard of that school, I can encapsulate the entire spirit of the school in one small example: our mascot was a TI-82 Plus graphing calculator. Enough said.In middle school, I had been a straight-A student who suffered an emotional collapse at the end of the second quarter of eighth grade when Mrs. Isaacs, my geometry teacher, gave me a B+ (not that I’m still bitter or anything). When I got to high school, however, my grades plummeted, my interest in academics waned, and I spent the majority of my time having fun and getting into trouble. ...continue reading.