The future belongs to such as you

Laura and I teach constitutional law to eighth graders at an "inner city" school a few times as month as part of GW's Street Law program.  While most of our discussions tends toward football and whether the Redskins will ever win a game, there have been a few gems from the lovely children:

Us: Who can tell us what an immigrant is?
Kids: Criminals and terrorists from other countries.
Us: Umm...okay.  Do you know what happens when a person who is in the country illegally is caught?
Kid 1: They should be executed! Don't they shoot immigrants?
Us: Well, actually, the term is deported...
Kid 1: Oh, right.  My dad was deported last year.
Us:........

This is why, this is why, this is why we're hot

The Justache arriveth

...And Justache for All started today.  I'm currently sporting a cute little french number that's bound to get me a fair amount of dates in the next month.

Laura's just lucky she gets to hang out with a social star like me.

P.S. You should all go support Topher as he represents Movember, the kingly cousin of the noble Justache.

Lexis notes: SAFE!

The fire alarm went off.  AGAIN.  While I was working on my memo (no strikethoughs - happy Laura?)

If that fire alarm doesn't shut the hell up I'mma bust a cap soon, yo.  At least this time my casebooks were safe at school.  I grabbed my laptop and my lexis notes and set up shop on a car across the street, ignoring the frightened whispers of the undergrads who weren't here to witness this same. exact. thing two nights ago.

Moral of the story: working on legal writing memos can be hazardous to your health and safety.  And if I die because a fire truck doesn't come the next time the alarm goes off, I'm suing my landlord.