divine angst

I am so tired of people with law degrees telling me that law school is awful and traumatic. I am tired of old school lawyers telling me that my professors will throw me out of class if they don’t like what I say. I am tired of hearing, over and over, from people who went to law school 30 years ago, that I MUST take bar courses because I will not be able to learn anything in a bar review course.

The fact is that all of these things may be true. But isn’t it just mean to belabor the point? Particularly when you went to law school so long ago?

Over the weekend, Mr. Angst and I had a chance to sit down and discuss the logistics of our move. Recall that my pop is going to move us to Our New City. My brother will also be helping us, and driving behind the moving truck in his SUV. (This means I get 18 hours in a truck cab with my dad, and Mr. Angst gets 18 hours in the sweet SUV with satellite radio and DVD player. Bastards.)

But here’s the kicker: we, dad, and Said Brother all live in different cities. Also, Mr. Angst is currently driving a surplus vehicle of my dad’s. Also, we’re going to leave my car, which is fully paid off, at my dad’s house. One of my younger stepsisters will be starting driver’s ed soon and I thought my car would be a safe, if cheap, ride for her.

So we have all these questions of getting the cars to my dad in Nearby City, getting us back to Our Fair City, and of getting my dad to Our Fair City for the move. (He’ll be flying back to Nearby City at the end of it all.)

What it looks like now, then, is that we’ll be doing a lot of driving between cities in the week leading up to our move. First, Mr. Angst and I will take two cars to Nearby City, drop one off and drive back to Our Fair City. Then, the day before the move, I’ll drive my car back to dad’s. Said Brother will drive to Nearby City, pick up me and dad, and the three of us will drive to Our Fair City. We’ll pick up the truck, load it (with some extra help—another of my brothers who lives here will be swinging by to help us load, and a cousin might stop by as well), and take off. Except that someone has to stay behind to do the final clean and walk-through with the landlord. This means, probably, that dad and I will leave first and Mr. Angst and Said Brother will do the walk-through. They’ll catch up later. (Not a problem, since Said Brother averages 85 mph on the highway.)

While there’s relief in knowing the plan—the who, what, and when—there’s also nervousness, what with getting everyone where they need to be when they need to be there and all. I keep reminding myself that it’s really not a big deal and when it’s all over, no matter how it all goes down, we’ll be moved to Our New City and starting school.

As I mentioned, we saw Batman Begins at the IMAX over the weekend. We had tried to see it on the IMAX three weeks ago on our apartment-hunting trip, but all shows were sold out (it was opening weekend, after all). So as we were planning for the weekend away, Mr. Angst asked me to see where the nearest IMAX was to our hotel. Turns out, it was just a couple of miles away.

First, a note about the movie being shown in the IMAX—apparently, the powers that be have devised a way to shoot a movie for both regular movie screens and for the IMAX. So BB wasn’t just being projected onto IMAX, it was actually shot for IMAX. Which means the quality was really excellent.

Second, I find it just a little ironic (and somewhat amusing) that a movie about a quintessential American superhero was full of British actors. Major parts were played by Christian Bale (Welsh), Liam Neeson (Northern Irish), Gary Oldman (English), Tom Wilkinson (English), and Linus Roache (English). Add to that Rutger Hauer (Dutch) and Cillian Murphy (Irish) filling out the cast, and there’s barely a real American accent to be found in the movie. (Well, except for the always superb Morgan Freeman, of course.) Only Michael Caine got to play it natural—in Cockney, even!

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