back door blues

i'm currently trying to write a paper, so naturally i'm writing a post instead. the paper is on critical legal studies for my jurisprudence seminar. it's a pretty sweet paper actually, because it's pretty philosophical in nature, which i like. some of you might be surprised, but i was a philosophy and religion major in undergrad. so i'm really a solid authority, and you can take my word about god (dont give me shit for that, i didnt actually read it all).

paper aside, i have 2 things to discuss, 1 dealing with home and the other with school.

so my landlord has been telling me since august or september he was going to get me a new screen door. fine. granted, mine was a piece of shit with duct tape over a hole and the handle was taped on, but it was fine. it wasnt the real door. i didnt really have a problem with it. well, he finally sent someone out to change my door today. the whole thing just started awkwardly when i pulled into the little off street parking lot behind my apartment to see a car parked right in the middle, essentially taking up 3 spots. "motherfucker" i exclaimed. then i got out of my car. well, the guy was just on the other side of the fence and more than likely heard it. he came out and told me he could move his car, then did after i told him no it was ok and had already parked my car. off to a good start.

so he tells me he's going to get me my new door today. great. as i leave for my 1230pm class, nothing has happened. when i get back at 2pm, my screen door has been removed, and this guy has apparently checked out for the day. what the hell?! so it was a gorgeous day out, and i had to have the damn door closed all day cuz the guy removed the first door. what kind of rationality could one possibly be using when they decide to remove the first door before acquiring the second one?! why remove my door when you wont have the second door today? the only thing i can think is that the guy was thinking it was one less thing he'll have to do when he gets the door. but fuck that, i live here, its awesome out, i want my door open. moron! and to top it off, he leaves the old door on my balcony, right in the way of the stairs propped up against the railing, where it is evidently prone to falling. jackass.


on to school. the schedule of courses for next semester came out, and it is god awful. being that i'm sick in the head, i enjoy tax. but there is only 1 tax course being offered all next semester, compared to at least half a dozen in the spring. i must ask, what the fuck are all the tax professors doing next semester? sitting on their thumbs? sitting on each others' thumbs? shit, man. on top of that, courses that might be grouped by interest (e.g. business courses, transactional courses, etc) are all scheduled in such a way that you cant take them all, because times overlap. and when you can take them, their exams are all back to back at the end of the semester. i was going to take partnership taxation, family law, and estate planning, but besides the time conflict these exams are 3 days in a row. thanks new dean, you giant prick.

so now i'm probably going to take bullshit courses i have no interest in and will never use because, well, that's all i can take. maybe i'll take a class that will be useful for the bar, but i'm not even sure how many of those are offered next semester. and oh yeah, basic tax is now a 4 credit class instead of 3. i could use that extra credit. it would probably mean i could take 1 fewer course next year.

and on top of all this, our esteemed faculty has voted to eliminate requirements after the first year other than professional responsibility and a seminar. so this means no tax, no evidence, no sales/secured transactions, no appellate practice. basically, you can now come to our law school and graduate a fucking retard if you want to. all you have to take are the basic first year courses like property, contracts, torts, and crim law. not that this even helps me anyway, cuz even under the old regime with requirements, i will have finished them after this semester. that's right, all of next year is pure electives for me. can i ask again what the fucking point is? living in little theoretical law land is great, but nothing, i repeat nothing, i do next year will do anything to further prepare me for post graduate practice. basically, they just want my fucking money.


please excuse the cursing. i like to curse.


DOOR UPDATE: after 2 hours of drilling and hammering, the handyman knocked on my door and told me he needs to get another piece of wood because the doorway is too wide for the new door. but on the upside, the doorway is now a lot holier.