That boredom which doth envelop me every Wednesday and Friday morning at the unconscionable hour of 8:00 A.M. is spurned by the humdrum of the Constitutional Law class and generally makes me ponder whether repeatedly striking my temple on the desk would somehow make the class more interesting. It's not that I don't appreciate the Constitution and the foresight of our founding fathers in creating such a document. However, I do note that they were not clarevoyant enough to simply scribe, "Citizens have the right to possess firearms. Get over it!" I will cut them some slack, perhaps the ancestors of today's liberals were still in the "old world." I digress. Personally, however, I couldn't give a rodent's behind about the commerce clause and how it impacts me at this juncture. This is the meat and potatoes of a formal legal education, or more likely the vegetables. It's not nearly as fun and exciting as the filet mignon of arguing the first amendment. It's not even as digestable and easily understood as the baked potatoe (appropriate Dan Quayle spelling) of Contract law. It is the fermented, noxious amalgamation of brussel sprouts, asparagus, and lima beans. Throw in some turnip greens and let it steam for about eight hours and you have the general impression I get of this class.
Back to Spider Solitaire, I hope someone else is keeping some good notes.
Jeff C.
