Pedal Strike

TweetIf you’ve ever seen even one scene from The Paper Chase, you have a vague sense of what it’s like to be called on in a law school class. Even as a third year, the Socratic method of drilling questions eludes me. It’s like being asked to perform a waltz with cinder blocks for shoes. […]

TweetEvery year, a typed sheet of paper will arrive in a tri-colored air mail envelope, my address inscribed with my father’s well-handled Mont Blanc pen. A jumble of Japanese mixed in with the occasional English word, he’ll even sometimes provide the odd phonetic pronunciation of a simple Japanese character while somehow leaving the harder ones […]

TweetI don’t deserve it so I’m trying not to take one. A break, that is. Because that’ll free up time to think about things that fuel headaches and cramped shoulders. There’s a lot to do in the next 48 hours…and after that I’ll be looking at my final year of law school. It might be […]

Tweet…from my rollers… …is absolutely amazing. Took an exam this morning and I have one coming up on Friday. Then Tuesday. Then sleep, maybe. I’ll be back Friday afternoon. Cross my heart.

TweetJust a warning: this blog will becoming increasingly…boring…for the next few weeks. At least in the cycling department [which is the whole point of this blog, right?], due to finals. However, it might be mildly entertaining in that can’t-not-look-at-that-train-wreck kind of way. In moments of clarity and sanity, even I’m amazed at what finals can […]