The Spot

After the drama and excitement that was interview week, it can hardly be surprising that my regular life seems dull in comparison.
But it has been a few days and I've entirely recovered from my momentary dissapointment [I never wanted them anyway, etc, etc] and I have something new to rant / complain / panic about.
First things first: my, what a damp province this is. I know it's warmer than McGill, for which I am occasionally grateful [especially the other day, 15 degrees in November!] but that's because we're next to the ocean, and that means lots and lots
and lots and lots and lots
and too much rain.
This is becoming a strategic problem, because I have to wear a suit this afternoon. I'm mooting! Moot! Moot! Moot!
Fun to say, but this is serious. Well, fun serious. It's a criminal trial, I'm defence and we're feeling pretty good about it. Although I found myself immediately strategizing in ethically dubious ways.
"So, if the beer bottles get excluded, you're completely sober, a collaborative witness. And if they're in, you drank everything and your brother, who was driving the car, didn't touch a drop". Hmmm.....
It was lots of fun to do this moot and I kinda hope I get to stay with it. I really like the coach and the people in my class [Bryna especially, I looooove her] so it would be fun to stay, if I get selected [4 people go on out of 12, I think]
But it's one extra credit to go on and tons more work. Pro: it's January heavy preparation. Con: you might still be doing it in March. Pro: I could meet the SCC! Con: I wouldn't be allowed to compete in any other moots. Ever. Dal kinda bites that way.
So wish me luck or not. But I still have to dress in the suit [glad I have it now] and find some way to get to school without arriving as a drowned rat.
I'm making a charter application. This is exciting!
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