Saturday, September 25, 2010

When I grow up

I want to go to law school. I had so much fun sitting in on Matt's class and made it through the entire class without mortifying him.... at least as far as he knew.

When I arrived to the class, he wasn't there yet. Many other parents were seated near their law student however, so I asked a student if they had assigned seating.
"Sort of," he answered,"I mean we always sit in the same place."
"Where does Matt sit?"
Now I was pretty sure this was the right law school. I checked my name tag- yep Washington and Lee. Is it possible he had just skipped class all month?Had he just taken the tuition money and gone to Vegas?
"Oh, do you mean Matthias?" the young man asked.
"Oh I am so glad!" I said,"He changed his name back to Matthias! Since highschool he has made us call him Matt. I am glad he's Matthias again. "
"That's what he calls himself here," said the student.
Fortunately Matthias heard none of that exchange.

I learned all about why lawyers are not slimeballs for prosecuting 3 year olds who drive their tricycles into unsuspecting people and many other fascinating cases. I could answer almost everything the prof asked but I was having a difficult time sitting in my chair. It was tilted subtly forward such that I kept sliding
slowly out of it. I think this was the law school's underhanded way of keeping students on their toes.

Matt seems to be thriving and we stuffed him full of a Chinese Buffett and returned to our hotel. We arrived just in time to see the sun again setting behind the endless blue mountains. It was the same scene in reverse that had greeted me early that morning.

I won't go to Law School really, fun as it was to play there for a day. Law students don't have time to sit on balconies and gaze at the sunrise and the sunset. I've raised my lawyer for society and now it is time to sit on balconies and listen to the sound of him marching to the drumbeat of his dream being realized.

Deuteronomy 11:11 (NIV)
But the land you are crossing the Jordan to take possession of is a land of mountains and valleys that drinks rain from heaven.
- Nothing is impossible with God

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