Law School In America Today
It is the type of fall day in Northern Indiana that
Lets you know Winter is coming
It's the type of fall day in Northern Indiana
that makes you want to go home.

You never know how lucky you are to have grown-up
in the New South
until you're somewhere else.

There is no semblance of an intriguing culture or
Regional Identity
here.

People learn "things" only for the chance to apply those
"things"
in practical settings one day,
here.

If an Intellectual atmosphere exists in northwest Indiana,
I have not
seen the commercial.
I looked forward to
being amongst "deep" thinkers
in Law School
for as long as I can remember.

Money,
Substance Abuse,
and Untreated Mental Illness
brought me to the bottom of legal education's
Lobster Barrel.


There are days when I get close to climbing out of the
Overwhelming Contagion of Mediocrity,
When I
get a brief glimpse of myself,
only to realize the library is empty.

Everyone is home
with something they love.
And the cameras are wondering why I won't go home
like they do.

The cameras see my mania.

Printing.
Stapling.
Three-Hole Punch.
Incessant neck-cracking.
Scratching my hair out as if
I have lice.
The cameras see enough for making a Conclusion.

I suspect the cameras watch suicide risks
like humans watch terrorist attacks.


This town is built for vehicles.
Mom dropped me off
With a bicycle.
The 5 mile ride home at 1am is colder.

Kid Cudi & Jim Morrison
Stuck
On
Repeat.

Sit down at my desk drenched in sweat every night.
Tonight the computer,
My new Best Friend,
Informs me that there is a NATO/US Military
Build Up.

Miss my family and the alarm goes off.

Time for class.