I've Got the Blues...

I really, really dislike Criminal Law. I'm not good at it, and it's all theoretical, and not substantive enough. Apparently when I answer questions in that class I turn red. The professor has an amazing career. She was a sex crimes prosecutor in New York. I find her incredibly intimidating and scary, and I can never say what I mean to because she looks at you like you're a crazy person, even when you're saying exactly what she wanted to hear.

And if that's not bad enough, it's now making me sick.

We've covered basic theoretical concepts and murder. We've now moved on to rape. Rape is a sensitive word in the English vocabulary (and indeed any language). Cases in law school are thorny to begin with, but dealing with these cases is a whole new level of upsetting. I find myself shaking with rage at the decision and at myself for understanding why it was made. After an hour and fifteen minutes in class, I felt sick and exhausted. Thank God we're only covering this topic in depth for one more week.

Because I have a feeling that I'm going to spend that whole week sick.