MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Merry Christmas Notre Dame
ND 'Twas the Night Before Christmas'
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through South Bend
Not a creature was stirring, neither rooster nor hen
"The banners were hung on the stadium with care,
In hopes that St. Charlie soon would be there
The alumni were nestled all snug in their beds,
With dreams of Leahy and Holtz in their heads;
While the students at the Grotto, down by the lake,
Were just giving thanks for a long winter break,
When out on those quads there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The Dome with a crest of new-fallen snow
Gave a luster of mid-day to a campus below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
A high-powered offense: the champions next year!
With a large and proud leader, so friendly and nice
I knew in a moment it must be Coach Weis
As fast as Four Horsemen, onward they came
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Hoyte, Now Samardzija, Walker, Fasano
On Stovall, On Shelton, Wooden, Anastascio"
To the top of the rankings, to the top of them all"
Now throw a-way, run a-way, and dive for the ball!
We will move like the wind, our runners will fly
And just for balance, we'll take to the sky!"
So up to the top of the rankings they flew
With a big book of plays, and Brady Quinn too
And then in a twinkling, to the sound of the cleats
The scoring and wins, I forgot past defeats
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney, Coach Weis came with a bound
He was dressed with his rings, and headset to boot
And his clothes were all drenched with! Gatorade and soot
A number of victories he carried on his back
And he smiled as he turned and presented a sackof trophies--
how they twinkled! Like heaps of gold treasures
His cheeks were like roses, his wisdom past measure
Weis commanded the team on fourth downs to throw
Through hail and through fog, through sleet and through snow
His genius caused points in the forties and fifties,
to hearten alumni and keep our stats spiffy
Weis had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed, like a BCS bowl-ful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, and so sure of himself,
That I cheered when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know, Ohio State would be dead
He boasted not a word, praise makes not his day
But all now know, for the title we'll play
And laying a finger to the side of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the rankings we rose
At his departure I heard Trooper McCarthy say;
If your sleigh flight looks fishy, you'll be the catch of the day!
Weis sprang to the roof, to his team gave a cheer
And away to a victory in the Fiesta next year;
And I heard him call plays, for winning that game
"Merry Christmas to all. And love thee Notre Dame!
(Written by John Rosemeyer)
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through South Bend
Not a creature was stirring, neither rooster nor hen
"The banners were hung on the stadium with care,
In hopes that St. Charlie soon would be there
The alumni were nestled all snug in their beds,
With dreams of Leahy and Holtz in their heads;
While the students at the Grotto, down by the lake,
Were just giving thanks for a long winter break,
When out on those quads there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The Dome with a crest of new-fallen snow
Gave a luster of mid-day to a campus below
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear
A high-powered offense: the champions next year!
With a large and proud leader, so friendly and nice
I knew in a moment it must be Coach Weis
As fast as Four Horsemen, onward they came
He whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now Hoyte, Now Samardzija, Walker, Fasano
On Stovall, On Shelton, Wooden, Anastascio"
To the top of the rankings, to the top of them all"
Now throw a-way, run a-way, and dive for the ball!
We will move like the wind, our runners will fly
And just for balance, we'll take to the sky!"
So up to the top of the rankings they flew
With a big book of plays, and Brady Quinn too
And then in a twinkling, to the sound of the cleats
The scoring and wins, I forgot past defeats
As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Down the chimney, Coach Weis came with a bound
He was dressed with his rings, and headset to boot
And his clothes were all drenched with! Gatorade and soot
A number of victories he carried on his back
And he smiled as he turned and presented a sackof trophies--
how they twinkled! Like heaps of gold treasures
His cheeks were like roses, his wisdom past measure
Weis commanded the team on fourth downs to throw
Through hail and through fog, through sleet and through snow
His genius caused points in the forties and fifties,
to hearten alumni and keep our stats spiffy
Weis had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed, like a BCS bowl-ful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, and so sure of himself,
That I cheered when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know, Ohio State would be dead
He boasted not a word, praise makes not his day
But all now know, for the title we'll play
And laying a finger to the side of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the rankings we rose
At his departure I heard Trooper McCarthy say;
If your sleigh flight looks fishy, you'll be the catch of the day!
Weis sprang to the roof, to his team gave a cheer
And away to a victory in the Fiesta next year;
And I heard him call plays, for winning that game
"Merry Christmas to all. And love thee Notre Dame!
(Written by John Rosemeyer)
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Tuesday, December 06, 2005
Law School Drudgery
So I know that I whined about how I would not be able to post anything until after finals were over, but this was so the funniest thing that I ever read (probably only because I'm a law student) that I felt the need to share it with everyone.
So this is from this blog called barely legal that curtsey of my friend April I was introduced to. Turns out this kid is in law school and likes to post ridiculous things about law school and people sometimes reply to his posts. This was one of replies about the stresses of law school. If you want to read more go to http://barelylegalblog.blogspot.com/.
We were in our review session for torts and this guy was completely lost. Let me just say now, this guy seemed to have his shit together. He is very much a type-A personality, the kind of guy you would think can handle pressure well. We never would have expected this from him. Anyway, during this review session, he just didn't get intent. For example, he thought that if you accidently hit somebody with your car you are liable because you intended to be driving your car. Like I said, he was lost.
He kept asking the professor to clarify, and things began to get a little bit heated between them. They went back and forth for a few minutes, when finally, the guy, out of frustration, said, "Just tell me what you expect me to know for the exam."The professor looked at him, and flatly said, "I expect you to know the law of torts."
What happened next was one of the most shocking things I have ever seen. The guy heard the professor's response and exploded. "Fuck you, man!", he shouted, and then he burst into tears.
And these weren't small tears. This was loud sobbing. The entire class, 90+ people, sat there in silence as he sobbed. And here is the craziest thing: The guy didn't get up and run out. He sat there weeping for the next ten minutes while the professor continued the review.
Needless to say, no one heard anything the professor said for the rest of the period. We all sat there trying not to laugh at the ridiculous and almost unbelievable spectacle before us. After it was over, he wiped his tears away, packed up his stuff and trudged up to the library like nothing happened.
Now I recognize that some of you won't find this as funny as others do, but take my word for it it's hysterical. As the author of Barely Legal said Torts is like the gym of law school, if you don't get Torts just drop out and go to basket weaving school, you'll be better off.
Hope it made some of you law school and lawyer types laugh, as well as those who were simply bored and thought they would wonder onto my blog.
So this is from this blog called barely legal that curtsey of my friend April I was introduced to. Turns out this kid is in law school and likes to post ridiculous things about law school and people sometimes reply to his posts. This was one of replies about the stresses of law school. If you want to read more go to http://barelylegalblog.blogspot.com/.
We were in our review session for torts and this guy was completely lost. Let me just say now, this guy seemed to have his shit together. He is very much a type-A personality, the kind of guy you would think can handle pressure well. We never would have expected this from him. Anyway, during this review session, he just didn't get intent. For example, he thought that if you accidently hit somebody with your car you are liable because you intended to be driving your car. Like I said, he was lost.
He kept asking the professor to clarify, and things began to get a little bit heated between them. They went back and forth for a few minutes, when finally, the guy, out of frustration, said, "Just tell me what you expect me to know for the exam."The professor looked at him, and flatly said, "I expect you to know the law of torts."
What happened next was one of the most shocking things I have ever seen. The guy heard the professor's response and exploded. "Fuck you, man!", he shouted, and then he burst into tears.
And these weren't small tears. This was loud sobbing. The entire class, 90+ people, sat there in silence as he sobbed. And here is the craziest thing: The guy didn't get up and run out. He sat there weeping for the next ten minutes while the professor continued the review.
Needless to say, no one heard anything the professor said for the rest of the period. We all sat there trying not to laugh at the ridiculous and almost unbelievable spectacle before us. After it was over, he wiped his tears away, packed up his stuff and trudged up to the library like nothing happened.
Now I recognize that some of you won't find this as funny as others do, but take my word for it it's hysterical. As the author of Barely Legal said Torts is like the gym of law school, if you don't get Torts just drop out and go to basket weaving school, you'll be better off.
Hope it made some of you law school and lawyer types laugh, as well as those who were simply bored and thought they would wonder onto my blog.