Contrary to public opinion, I have not been ill, injured or fallen off the face of the earth.

Instead I have been alternating periods of being overwhelmed with requirements for school with periods where I am refusing to deal with reality.

And no, this has nothing to do with bipolar disease – which I have been completely spared from experiencing – but rather a method of self preservation that falls short of digging a hole and pulling that hole in after me.

This is not quite the same as when I experienced the fun and games of War College. That was a lot of reading, only if one did it. Back in the day prior to uploading of papers and specificity on which software, style, font and formatting – it was enough to get the papers postmarked (you remember postmarks – right? Taking something personally to the post office and asking them to stamp it so that it was proof that the particular item had entered the system prior to the deadline….) to say that you had completed the assignment.

Not so in today’s world where the ability to specify just about everything has engendered an overwhelming need on the part of certain organizations/people to do just that. For example – school is wedded to death (or complete blow up of the Internet – writ large – to the use of Microsoft Word. And specified margins, and indents and type fonts and spacing and …. you get the idea.

Now, I can see when dealing with the teen crowd which might want to include pink ponies, space ships or robots-fonts that beings specific might be a simple necessity so that the reader of said papers doesn’t go complete and totally around the bend in 15 minutes or less. I would think that law students (and the associated persons in graduate school) would be beyond that kind of creativity and wish for a more professional look to their papers.

Wait a minute! I am speaking about lawyers – the single most dedicated group to conformity in the world. Write alike, think alike, dress alike, act alike and leave humanity at the door in the name of practicing law. It is also the solo profession that has seriously increased their requirements for ethics training in the last several years and requires pro- bono work as condition of maintaining a license to practice law.

All of this is an aside to explain exactly why I haven’t been exactly streaming drivel and other content in your direction for the last several weeks.

I am alive. I am healthy. But, thoroughly sick of attempting to create (!) professional sounding writings on something which I care nothing about. I have decided that being irritated is part and parcel  of not being a lawyer and will help me maintain a bit of individuality over the next few months.