Bane of My Existence:

Ah, the ever expanding, ever irrational list that is "The Bane of My Existence." Some of you might even be on it (you know who you are). And now, I think I can already add another child to that woeful family. Civil Procedure.

I enjoy Professor Desan, don't get me wrong. However, I seem to have very little idea what we are talking about in class, and if I do understand what we're talking about, why we're talking about it is another matter entirely. I expected it to be dry and mind-numbing, such as any course with the word "Procedure" in the title might warn. However, that's not really my problem. Although, I must say, reading 19 different Federal Forms was quite dry (except for the one on Merchant Marines. That one was interesting). Anyway, my point is this: I feel awash in a sea of jibberty-jabber. I need foundation; grounding; stability. Perhaps that's my problem: I'm expecting something that doesn't really exist here. Ok, strong possibility that I actually need to form my expectations to the outer world. But what will that do to bolster my delusions of grandeur? Nothing. Perhaps I'm just afraid that when Professor Desan calls on me on Friday (that being the day my group is up), I won't have a clue what to say and embarrass myself. Ok, I'm used to embarrassing myself, that's not a problem in and of itself. I mean, how many times have I worn women's clothing in public? Don't answer that. (Besides, it's strictly a comfort issue). It's also the biggest workload of the other classes: three hours of reading each night, easily.

Well, all I can do is prepare, prepare, prepare. After all, maybe if I give it time, it will grow on me. Of course, the same thing can be said for cancer.

[Editor's Note: Ok, the class on Friday wasn't all that bad. Plus, I was able to laugh off my fumble. 9/16/06]