New Friends
Today, I was introduced to three really great guys, and I have decided to spend the rest of the weekend with them. Their names are William Prosser, Robert Keeton, and Dan Dobbs. Are they totally hot guys I met somewhere, like on the beach perhaps? Nope. Even better. These kind, wonderful gentlemen are actually the contributing authors of the Torts Hornbook--my new best friend.
And what, pray tell, is a Torts Hornbook? The Torts Hornbook supposedly holds the answers to my wrongful-bulldozing problems. Or, at least, will get me started in the right direction, instead of spinning in all directions. I'm so excited because it is actually written in English instead of legalese. Amy told me about it this afternoon when I FINALLY was able to get a hold of her. We usually exchange emails or talk everyday, but ever since she met *Robert* she has been impossible to reach. I'm guessing she doesn't want me to know what is going on. When I mentioned to Amy about the case in Law Clinic where Jesse bulldozed the wrong beach house, after she stopped laughing, she told me she had a copy of the Torts Hornbook. Apparently, it is like a Study Aid that students are allowed, if not encouraged, to have. I don't know why they call it a "Hornbook" and, up until a few minutes ago, I wasn't sure what a "Tort" was. Turns out it is not a turtle after all. It's a "civil law." An example would be when someone bulldozes the wrong house.
The most interesting thing about the Torts Hornbook was finding it. Amy claimed she had one, but she said she had not seen it since she took the Torts course the first semester last year. It's a green book, and it's about THIS thick. Just when I had pretty much given up on ever finding the blasted thing, I ran into it by accident. Over at Charlie's. One of the little kids was using it to sit on, instead of a booster seat. I have probably seen it a million times and just never realized what it was. I brought it back upstairs, and I am surprised it is in pretty good shape, although it does appear someone has been using it to kill spiders...
While I was talking to Amy this afternoon, I ran out of patience about the Robert thing. She is still seeing him and won't listen when I tell her how unfair it is to that guy to let him think he is dating ME when it is really her. I also let her have it about Rogerson. I have been going nuts trying to find out what happened last year, and so, I pretty much demanded that she tell me. She actually laughed at me. She said that she called me several times last January and February to ask for MY help with Rogerson. I vaguely remember talking to her about the problems with law school. In my own defense, there was a lot going on in my own life with grad school classes. I also had no idea how serious things were. In any event, Amy told me that, back then, my advice to her had been to "get used to it," because that is how law school is. Apparently, I gave her the same speech I recently gave Randall, the Highlighter Guy. I told her to keep going until something, besides herself and her own fears, stopped her.
So, you can pretty much guess what Amy told me... To keep going until something stops me. She said it was for the good of the twin switch as well, and I guess she is right. The whole point is to see how long we can go before we get caught. I just hate that it feels as if the plane is going to crash any second. Amy made another point, and that was to remind me that the twin switch has nothing to do with Rogerson or Law Clinic or Jesse and his poor bulldozing skills. She is actually one hundred percent right. None of this is important in the long run. All I have to do is get through it.
Amy's reaction when I told her about Tarkington was not exactly as calm. In fact, she basically had a complete fit when I told her that Tarkington had offered me a Research Assistant position. Something about how legal writing is different... How legal citations are different... How even from the legal writing class to writing law reviews the styles of writing and citations are different... She basically lost me. It didn't help her temper much when I told Amy about Tarkington's comment to "Stay off the radar" and how I have said that exact phrase many times on my blog.
After talking to Amy, now I am even more convinced we are inches away from being busted. She was emphatic that I not work for Tarkington, not even ONE day. It will not only insure we are discovered in the twin switch, but also it will, according to Amy, cause irreversible harm. She was really really pissed at me. Kind of like the way I feel about her dating Robert... I decided to give her an ultimatum. I told her I am going to work for Tarkington unless she stops seeing Robert immediately. And her reaction? She hung up on me!
By the way, anyone who thinks that twins never fight is completely mistaken.
I probably need to go because there's Booger, barking and getting his slimy nose all over the glass door, and he brought his new buddy, Chewy, with him. I first met Chewy this morning, when Booger was in that same spot, barking to be let in. I couldn't help but notice there was this little, ragged, black and tan Chihuahua with Booger, and I thought how sweet that Booger has found a new friend. I opened the sliding glass door and said: "Well, hey there, little buddy," and the little sucker tried to bite my arm off. I say "tried" because the dog only has two teeth: one on top and one on bottom.
Not unsurprising for early on a Saturday morning, there was a lot of noise coming from the direction of Charlie's house. I looked out through the dead mosquito bodies on the floor-to-ceiling windows and noticed there was something huge set up between Charlie's house and the beach. It was one of those top-of-the-line motorhomes like rockstars use. Booger obviously had more friends that he hadn't introduced me to yet.
Booger and I took the little monster-wanna-be over to Charlie's, where a group of people was sitting outside at the picnic tables and on lawn chairs. It turns out that the motorhome belongs to Charlie's brother, Lou, and his wife Dianne (but everybody calls her "Dee Dee"). And they brought their seven dogs with them. Like we didn't have enough dogs here already... The little fella who came to my door this morning is fifteen years old, and his name, ironically, is Chewy. He can't seem to get along with anyone except for Dee Dee. Oh, and Booger. But, that's a given, since everybody gets along with Booger.
I probably need to go take Chewy back over to Charlie's before they start looking for him.
And what, pray tell, is a Torts Hornbook? The Torts Hornbook supposedly holds the answers to my wrongful-bulldozing problems. Or, at least, will get me started in the right direction, instead of spinning in all directions. I'm so excited because it is actually written in English instead of legalese. Amy told me about it this afternoon when I FINALLY was able to get a hold of her. We usually exchange emails or talk everyday, but ever since she met *Robert* she has been impossible to reach. I'm guessing she doesn't want me to know what is going on. When I mentioned to Amy about the case in Law Clinic where Jesse bulldozed the wrong beach house, after she stopped laughing, she told me she had a copy of the Torts Hornbook. Apparently, it is like a Study Aid that students are allowed, if not encouraged, to have. I don't know why they call it a "Hornbook" and, up until a few minutes ago, I wasn't sure what a "Tort" was. Turns out it is not a turtle after all. It's a "civil law." An example would be when someone bulldozes the wrong house.
The most interesting thing about the Torts Hornbook was finding it. Amy claimed she had one, but she said she had not seen it since she took the Torts course the first semester last year. It's a green book, and it's about THIS thick. Just when I had pretty much given up on ever finding the blasted thing, I ran into it by accident. Over at Charlie's. One of the little kids was using it to sit on, instead of a booster seat. I have probably seen it a million times and just never realized what it was. I brought it back upstairs, and I am surprised it is in pretty good shape, although it does appear someone has been using it to kill spiders...
While I was talking to Amy this afternoon, I ran out of patience about the Robert thing. She is still seeing him and won't listen when I tell her how unfair it is to that guy to let him think he is dating ME when it is really her. I also let her have it about Rogerson. I have been going nuts trying to find out what happened last year, and so, I pretty much demanded that she tell me. She actually laughed at me. She said that she called me several times last January and February to ask for MY help with Rogerson. I vaguely remember talking to her about the problems with law school. In my own defense, there was a lot going on in my own life with grad school classes. I also had no idea how serious things were. In any event, Amy told me that, back then, my advice to her had been to "get used to it," because that is how law school is. Apparently, I gave her the same speech I recently gave Randall, the Highlighter Guy. I told her to keep going until something, besides herself and her own fears, stopped her.
So, you can pretty much guess what Amy told me... To keep going until something stops me. She said it was for the good of the twin switch as well, and I guess she is right. The whole point is to see how long we can go before we get caught. I just hate that it feels as if the plane is going to crash any second. Amy made another point, and that was to remind me that the twin switch has nothing to do with Rogerson or Law Clinic or Jesse and his poor bulldozing skills. She is actually one hundred percent right. None of this is important in the long run. All I have to do is get through it.
Amy's reaction when I told her about Tarkington was not exactly as calm. In fact, she basically had a complete fit when I told her that Tarkington had offered me a Research Assistant position. Something about how legal writing is different... How legal citations are different... How even from the legal writing class to writing law reviews the styles of writing and citations are different... She basically lost me. It didn't help her temper much when I told Amy about Tarkington's comment to "Stay off the radar" and how I have said that exact phrase many times on my blog.
After talking to Amy, now I am even more convinced we are inches away from being busted. She was emphatic that I not work for Tarkington, not even ONE day. It will not only insure we are discovered in the twin switch, but also it will, according to Amy, cause irreversible harm. She was really really pissed at me. Kind of like the way I feel about her dating Robert... I decided to give her an ultimatum. I told her I am going to work for Tarkington unless she stops seeing Robert immediately. And her reaction? She hung up on me!
By the way, anyone who thinks that twins never fight is completely mistaken.
I probably need to go because there's Booger, barking and getting his slimy nose all over the glass door, and he brought his new buddy, Chewy, with him. I first met Chewy this morning, when Booger was in that same spot, barking to be let in. I couldn't help but notice there was this little, ragged, black and tan Chihuahua with Booger, and I thought how sweet that Booger has found a new friend. I opened the sliding glass door and said: "Well, hey there, little buddy," and the little sucker tried to bite my arm off. I say "tried" because the dog only has two teeth: one on top and one on bottom.
Not unsurprising for early on a Saturday morning, there was a lot of noise coming from the direction of Charlie's house. I looked out through the dead mosquito bodies on the floor-to-ceiling windows and noticed there was something huge set up between Charlie's house and the beach. It was one of those top-of-the-line motorhomes like rockstars use. Booger obviously had more friends that he hadn't introduced me to yet.
Booger and I took the little monster-wanna-be over to Charlie's, where a group of people was sitting outside at the picnic tables and on lawn chairs. It turns out that the motorhome belongs to Charlie's brother, Lou, and his wife Dianne (but everybody calls her "Dee Dee"). And they brought their seven dogs with them. Like we didn't have enough dogs here already... The little fella who came to my door this morning is fifteen years old, and his name, ironically, is Chewy. He can't seem to get along with anyone except for Dee Dee. Oh, and Booger. But, that's a given, since everybody gets along with Booger.
I probably need to go take Chewy back over to Charlie's before they start looking for him.
posted by and (c) Traci Campbell at 10:30 PM
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