ORIENTATION . . . WHAT A BUNCH OF DOUCHE BAGS

Orientation is underway, and for the most part it has been fairly interesting. Orientation goes all week from about 5-9pm. Its a mixture of information sessions, forums, and time to handle administrative tasks. Monday night was the first night of orientation, and it was basically an intro into what to expect as a law student. Last night they spoke more about the services available to us as law students.

Last night was also the first time i actually got to talk to a few of my classmates. Well to make a long story short, they were douche bags. I'm a pretty nice guy . . . I'm an ok guy, but I was tempted to hip throw some of these guys and arm bar them. They were seriously asking to have something broken. To be fair, i didn't meet everyone, i didn't even meet half of them. The individuals I met last night fell into three categories:

1. The know it all: obnoxious people that know everything, have done everything, and are always right.

2. The story topper: these are people who have done everything you've done but better.

3. The I hate Los Angeles crowd:

Douche bag: "hey where are you from?"

Me: "LA"

Douche bag: "oh . . . i hate LA"

Me: [thought bubble] "go F@*k yourself!!!"

They all seemed to get along with each other, which actually saved me from getting trapped in a conversation with these people. They seemed to understand each other, but you could tell that some were faking sincerity. I observed a few conversations as i was waiting to get food and it basically consisted of one person being a douche bag, and another person humoring the douche until it was there turn to be a douche. I was going to be an ass, but i decided to just ignore them and move on to more important things, like whether or not one butter packet was enough for my roll.

I know there must be some good people at the school. I think it was a mixture of nervousness and being over eager to impress. Another thing i noticed was that I'm one of the few minorities in the program. Maybe i don't know how these white people communicate. White people are crazy!!!! I made an effort to mingle but the conversation left much to be desired. The deepest conversation i had was with one guy from Salt Lake City about the lasagna. The lasagna was really good, i had three plates of it. I was stuffed after the third serving, but i didn't feel like talking to anyone so i ate some chocolate cake. Anyways I'm just going to move on from this experience, I'll just call Tuesday night "strike one."

Hopefully tonight will go better. I think I'm going to try and get there early and see if i can't talk to people more one on one. All let you know how it goes.