A Bee in My Bonnet

…..And so begins a lazy thursday afternoon, devoid of class (well, until 4:30) gaming (i’m simply not in the mood) and even (at this moment) t.v. watching. I simply don’t feel like doing anything, and my o’ my, one of the joy’s of law school is the fact that i can, on a whim, decide to do nothing, and do it, and suffer no real consequences. Cheers to that.

The first week of classes has been going rather well. I am seriously interested in most of my courses (Labor law, civil rights litigation, evidence, trial and corporations) …and yes, i did just say corporations. My first day in class, my friends gasped and said "E, why are you taking corporations!!" Even better than that though, as i walked out of the class, one of my prof’s from last year saw me walking out, displayed a puzzled reaction, and than asked quizzically: "you are in corporations?" Which, of course, caused a bit of a chuckle. All joking aside though, its one of those classes i’m "sucking it up" in, and taking it because i think it will be important and helpful. But we shall see.

But enough of school. The most dramatic tale o’ mine comes from the courtyard, during a break in my classes. …So i’m sitting there, chatting with Ryan, and eating a nice spicy italian sub from subway, and running my fingers through my hair like any self-described pretty-boy should. And then…..i hit a snag. It felt like a very tight "knot" so i ran my fingers through it a bit harder, expecting to "pull the knot out." Instead, the "knot" came out in my hand…and with a puzzled expression, i brought my hand around in front of me, so i could see what was in my hand. It was a bee. One of those evil, diabolical stinging creatures. It was very much alive, and yet somehow i was holding it and not pissing it off.  I was taken aback, stared at it for a second, calmly put it on the ground, leaving it alive and free. While staring at it on the ground, i decided any bee with the audacity to touch my hair should be quashed. So, squish squish crunch crunch.

A fun story, for sure, but even more amusing was the fact that Ryan was watching me the whole time, and instantly commented on the fact that "you didn’t freak out or panic at all" when i realized i had a bee in my hand. Nope. Its that whole killer-instinct/preservation thing i just don’t have…its the same reason why someone can jump out from behind a wall and not scare me, or how i never manage to dodge the first punch in a fight….its like….i can’t actually believe someone or something will hurt me until it does…and then well, shoto-kan badass E kicks in, and the fun begins.

Last, but definitely not least, our regular soccer games have restarted, and i came in with my traditional "bang" by throwing a nice shoulder into one of the girls on the other team, knocking her flat on her ass. Charge me while i’m dribbling downfield? I don’t think so. Its my ball, and if a well placed shoulder can keep it in my possession, it will. No shame ladies and gentleman, no shame. I suppose its my feminist inklings coming forth, cheers for equality.

I just had an idea, something i should have done before school started, but today is as good of a time as ever. Time to get my haircut, i am now officially excited.

Oodles o’ love,

Erotique