The now-1Ls are fully oriented. I hope.
The past few days consisted of constant information sessions, Q&As, herding, “mingling” and moving furniture for 220 people.
Oh, and plenty of free food and coffee.
I am tired and amused, which isn’t a terrible way to start 2L year. Now excuse me while run off to the office…
Orientation has started, so I guess the summer is officially over.
I’m reliving orientation as an orientation assistant. The law school is really responsive to student feedback, so a lot of the boring and useless things from last year’s orientation were axed. Some of the 1Ls were still bored, but they have no idea how much better their orientation is.
Besides an awkward, overlong vegetable analogy, orientation has gone well. None of the speakers said anything crazy and none of the 1Ls irreparably embarrassed themselves. I think asking for anything more is unrealistic.
We even did a quick etiquette session in my orientation group where the other orientation leaders and I told the 1Ls how not to be obnoxious.
The top 5 “DO NOT” items on our list:
I figure if my 1Ls can avoid doing those five things, they’ll be fine.
I thought about writing a grand “1L summer retrospective” post, but that would be duplicative of my “one year in Minnesota” post and way too exhausting to do right now, so, quickly, the highlights of summer:
The summer was hilarious, but I’m ready to start the school year.
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My bedroom window was stuck open for most of the summer.
I was too lazy to call the maintenance people, but this wasn’t a big deal because my apartment is not air conditioned and my windows are open most of the time.
I only had the urge to close my window in the middle of the night when there was thunder or police drama outside. These midnight fix-it attempts always failed because there is only so much wrestling I can do with the window before I remember that I’m exposing my underbritches to the entire neighborhood.1
So, I would give up, and forget about the window problem.
The low point was a few days ago when there was a huge storm that blew directly into my window.
It was possibly the most pathetic scene ever: It was 3am, and I had towels spread on the window sill. The towels were weighted down with chicken noodle soup cans.2 The only thing that was keeping my bedroom from flooding was the cover of a plastic storage tub that I held against the window screen with both hands.
Every gush of wind rattled the blinds and flung water onto my bed. I felt like I booked a room on the Titanic. The dog wasn’t amused.
This lasted for about an hour and I felt like a royal idiot.
But then I forgot about the window the next day.
What finally made me fix the window was a radio report that the temperature is going to dip to 46 degrees tonight.
The little Miami-boy in me said “Hells to the nah!” and I attacked the window when I came home from work. After pounding the window and pinching my finger, I finally got it to shut.
There was no way I was going to have a 46 degree wind blow on me all night. No, no, no! And my window will stay shut for the rest of the summer, because I’m not reliving my Titanic experience.