Antepenultimate

My Legal Research and Writing professor wins at life for the legitimate use of the word "antepenultimate" in class today. Amazing.

Serendipity

Yesterday, I got to check off another item on my D.C. to-do list: Attend Mass at the Basilica of the National Shrine of the Immaculate Conception. I have been feeling a little tense this week, and the serenity of the shrine was exactly what I needed. It is beautiful! I especially liked the crypt church. It struck me as a little more intimate than the upper church, what with the lower ceiling, dimmer lighting, and nooks that weren't too closed off from the rest of the church space. The crypt was great, too; I liked the statue of Mary in the center, and lit a candle at her feet with a prayer for my family.

After exploring every nook of the church, I nonetheless ended up with about an hour and a half to spare before Mass started. I decided to go for a walk, even though yesterday's high was 42 degrees outside, brr! I was wandering along the edge of the Catholic University campus (where the Shrine is located), when I spotted a sign that said "Pope John Paul II Cultural Center" with an arrow pointing in the direction in which I happened to be meandering. I had never even heard of the place, but I decided to follow the signs and check it out. Ha ha, I literally entered the building, walked up to the front desk, and asked the receptionist, "Where am I?" She was very helpful, if not bemused by my utter lack of knowledge.

What serendipity! The center doubles as a museum and an ecumenical and scholastic center of sorts. I loved so many things there. They had an amazing collection of crèches from around the world, ranging in size from thimbles to several feet tall. My favorite nativity was a small, adorable one from Uruguay, which struck me as quite a cozy little family:


The center had a chapel in the back of the museum, which had a kneeler in front of a crucifix where Pope Benedict XVI knelt when he visited D.C. last April! I knelt on it, and thought about what the pope might have been praying for when he was there. So cool. There was also a room that intertwined the history of Poland with the biography of Pope John Paul II, who was Polish, of course. The room meant a lot to me, in light of my own Polish descent. It also featured a collection of things that JPII used (like his red leather papal shoes), and a huge number of photographs from his international visits, which I found very moving.

I really enjoyed my adventure yesterday afternoon. I will definitely visit the Shrine again. The Mass that I attended was in crypt church, so I still want to attend a Sunday Mass, which will have more expansive music--though, I must say, the organist who played yesterday in the crypt church was quite talented. What a blessed afternoon.

Global Context

Why, hello there! I am back in the blogosphere after a two-week hiatus for winter break. My time in California was peaceful and rejuvenating, and it was so great to spend a significant amount of time with my family after missing them for 17 weeks straight, yikes! Highlights of the break included Christmas morning with my family, a traditional secret Santa exchange with high school friends, watching the Golden Bears win the Emerald Bowl with my dad, seeing Newman and ADX kids as I trekked around San Francisco, Berkeley, and El Cerrito, spending hours baking monkey bread with my mom, and getting enough sleep at night.

I flew back to D.C. on Sunday, leaving my house in Sunnyvale at 3:45 am Pacific and arriving at my apartment in D.C. at 6:00 pm Eastern. What a long day. The best part was when I was waiting to deboard the plane, and a man and his young daughter were ahead of me, searching for their carry-on bags amid the chaos of the overhead bins. The daughter, who seemed to be 9 or 10 years old, found the bags while her father was fumbling in the wrong bin. Upon finding the bags, she called to her father loudly, "Dad, the bags are over here! [exasperated sigh] What are you going to do when I get married and move away and you have to take care of yourself?!" Everyone on the plane stifled laughter as the pair continued up the aisle, the father looking sheepish.

I wrote out a short, but earnest, list of New Year's Resolutions for 2009:

• Keep in touch with friends
• Get to know D.C. like a local
• Read for pleasure
• Use my time wisely
• Pray without ceasing
• Make healthy choices
  

I love the start of a new semester. It is brimming over with such potential! This week, I am taking a required one-unit, one-week, pass-fail course called Law in a Global Context, which is essentially an introduction to international law. It seems fairly interesting thus far, though off to a slightly slow start... although, I admit that my mental engagement in class might have been slightly impaired by jet lag, which made my 9:30 am class feel like it was taking place at 6:30 am, ouch. I'm excited for tomorrow's class because we're discussing the ICCPR! International human rights is, well, kind of my "thing." I spent a lot of time studying human rights at Berkeley from an International Political Economy standpoint, so I am thrilled to begin to address the legal quandaries that surround human rights.

I bought my books today. $704.30! Oh, my goodness. I mean, they look quite handsome on my bookshelf and all, but that is not cheap! I already have reading assignments for all of my classes, which start next week, so I'll be putting them to use right away. Plus, I need to get ahead in my reading so that I can have fun during the week of the inauguration! I will be playing host to two of my good friends from middle and high school, Alissa and Morgan, which should be splendid. Two weeks and counting!

Vendors in the Vicinity

I just read that the D.C. Department of Consumer and Regulatory Affairs announced where the street vendors for the inauguration are going to be located. I must say, I was a little surprised as to where they decided to put 138 of the 716 vendors (indicated by the black lines inside the red box):


What the... I mean, seriously, that vertical line of vendors is the eastern edge of the Georgetown Law campus! Why here?! It doesn't bother me--in fact, I think it ought to be fun--but it does confuse me. There's nothing else here. It's not along a logical path to the Mall from any major public transportation. Sure, we're close to Union Station, but you wouldn't walk over here to get to the Mall, because it'd be out of your way. If it were me, I would simply walk down Louisiana. Maybe that's the point--to divert some of the pedestrian traffic?

All I can say is, this place is going to be an absolute maelstrom during the week of the inauguration. Wow.

Tender, Sweet Lovin'

I am one exam away from winter break! My Civil Procedure exam is on Thursday, and it shall prove to be difficult. I've been going through my notes for several days, now, creating a comprehensive outline. It is tedious work, but the saving grace is that I always jot down the humorous things that my professors say in class. Thus, every couple of pages of notes, I have a laugh, which helps to maintain sanity, right?

I've been posting the best of the quotes on my blog throughout the semester, but I realized just now that I neglected to post a few awesome quotes from the last week of class in Civil Procedure:

“If I get drunk and barf all over my dog… Hey, it’s my dog.” (Making an argument for the Chinese legalism school of thought)

“All those people running around on the streets—otherwise known as citizens—how much law do they know?”

“Are you ready for some tender, sweet lovin’?” (Sexual harassment hypothetical)

Priceless. In other news, it was nearly 70 degrees today with a lovely breeze. I studied outside for a change, which turned into terrific procrastination with my friend Brad; when it became too windy, we proceeded to give ourselves a tour of the entire school whilst in search of an unclaimed room in which to study. Ah, yes, socializing with other human beings... I had almost forgotten what it is like. I really ought to leave my room more often. Oh, finals.

Mercy

As I sit here in Starbucks, studying and sipping my hazelnut latte, I cannot help but take a moment to reflect up those outside of this brick building, those who cannot afford a warm meal, let alone a four-dollar drink. On my way here, I passed by a harried, middle-aged woman, clearly out of her mind, who was wailing to the sky about someone who had failed her. I thought Berkeley had made me fairly seasoned in coping with encounters with the homeless and mentally ill, but D.C. reaches a whole new magnitude. In my last post, I referenced the lawyer in Luke's Gospel who asked, "And, who is my neighbor?" This is a question with which I struggle in this city. As I passed the wailing woman, a man walking near me commented with a Southern accent, "Bless her heart," and smiled at me with sad eyes. I nodded and smiled back wanly, furrowing my brow as I grappled with feelings of guilt and compassion toward the woman.

I would love to reach out to her, but, frankly, I don't want to put myself in harm's way. Since I moved to D.C., homeless people have scowled at me, yelled at me, sworn at me, made sexual advances toward me, slapped me on the butt, and one old woman even struck me on the back. In Berkeley, I felt comfortable going up to homeless people to give them food or change, or even to ask if I could pray for them, but here I don't even feel safe making eye contact. How do I show mercy toward someone of whom I am afraid? On the streets, I pray silently for the needy people that I see, but I wish I knew how else to help. Is it wrong to protect myself instead of reaching out to them? It makes me feel hypocritical, but I don't know what else to do.

Stickler

Erin had a great post yesterday about Luke's Gospel, in which she mentioned Jesus' interactions with lawyers.

It's interesting that she should bring up the New Testament lawyer references... The homily at Georgetown Law's chapel on October 26 addressed this, actually, since the Gospel reading was Matthew 22:34-40, in which a "scholar of the law" asks Jesus, "Teacher, which commandment in the law is the greatest?" As a part of his homily, Fr. Alexei read us the synoptic passage in Luke 10:25-37 (because it is a little more detailed), joking that Jesus acted exactly like a law school professor. When the lawyer asked Jesus a question, Jesus presented a hypothetical situation, and then made the lawyer answer the question himself. That is exactly what we do here in law school.

Granted, when the New Testament refers to "scholars of the law," they mean the scribes well-versed in Mosaic law, not lawyers as we understand them today, but whenever I read a verse that vilifies lawyers, it nonetheless makes me hesitate. I mean, even when I was young, one of the facile conclusions that I reached about the Bible was, "Thank God I'm not a scribe or a Pharisee! They do everything wrong!" Now, I understand that I need to look more closely at the attributes of scribes and Pharisees to analyze whether I am making the same mistakes.

So, what is it that lawyers do wrong? As Erin referenced, Jesus explains this in Luke 11:45-46, 52-54:

Then one of the scholars of the law said to him in reply, "Teacher, by saying this you are insulting us too." And he said, "Woe also to you scholars of the law! You impose on people burdens hard to carry, but you yourselves do not lift one finger to touch them. [...] Woe to you, scholars of the law! You have taken away the key of knowledge. You yourselves did not enter and you stopped those trying to enter." When he left, the scribes and Pharisees began to act with hostility toward him and to interrogate him about many things, for they were plotting to catch him at something he might say.

In short, lawyers are sticklers. Lawyers use pedantic interpretations of the law to manipulate the world around them, helping themselves and hurting their opponents. And, sure, I'm only a law student, maybe I don't have any culpability--yet. But, I'm being trained in the art of exploiting language to my advantage, and that has dangerous implications. I looked up "legalist" in the OED, and the second definition is "a stickler for legality." "Legality," in turn, is defined as "attachment to or observance of law or rule." I think that is the danger against which Jesus is warning--attachment to the law as it is written, above justice, above mercy, above God. Indeed, the OED's first definition for "legalism" is the theological one: "applied reproachfully to the principles of those who are accused of adhering to the Law as opposed to the Gospel" (emphasis added). The challenge of a lawyer, then, in the words of my my mother, is to "use your power for good, not evil." Amen.