The Dino Face, Darkly: I'm in Miami, bitch.

The University of Miami Law School has offered me some monies to go to their school. Now the U of M isn't a law school that's necessarily going to impress people and launch me to superstar lawyerdom. On the other hand, it's not a bad school, and with the nearly 2/3 of tuition scholarship, it's the cheapest one I'm looking at. And it's in Miami. And, look at this:

This is the bar on campus, right between the law school and the music school. See those umbrella/booth combos? The whole thing swings back and forth on rockers. They have rocking chair booths at the bar next door to where I would be going to class. Plus, everyone is wearing shorts and T-shirts. In February. Fuck yeah, Miami.

Visiting the school put me through a few different conflicting feelings. As we walked around and the guide described the different law reviews, the clinics, the public interest scholarships to go overseas, the internships and clerkships and societies and what-have-you, I saw myself doing them all. I imagined myself in the top whatever percent of my class, editor of the law review, working on actual cases at the human rights clinic, spending my summers working for the UN. A latent sense of serious ambition is lurking in my brain, methinks. I was getting myself excited about all this.

At one point in the tour, a guy emerged from one of the clinic offices and greeted the tour guide before purposefully striding off. I at first wondered if he were a professor, as he had such a professional, confident air that made him seem older than he was. Later on, the guide explained that the guy was a friend of his. Or, had been a friend of his. They hadn't socialized much since their first year because professor-looking guy was doing all the things I had been thinking about: internships, reviews, clinics, etc. Which meant that he basically had no social life.

And, well, I simply don't like to work that hard. Am I totally fucking myself by continuing down this path? (continual) Moment of crisis, yos.

Otherwise, I was amused by Miami. We had gone out to South Beach one night, and I bought the most expensive Corona I have ever drank. After I visited the school, I had some sushi, talked to some current students, hitched a ride with some activists on their way to a rally, walked around a cute district called The Grove, met a local semi-celebrity named Bahama Rob, who took me to Jimbo's, which is a squatters camp/bar/shrimp boat place on an island right across the water from Miami proper.