I must look really bad.

School is hard. I stay up late and get up early. I am never finished.

After a particularly grueling night of homework (among other things), I was riding into school on a bus. By this time I had already been en-route for well over an hour—walk crowded subway---transfer---crowded subway--- crowded bus). I was leaning up against a metal pole, ignoring the pack of high school kids throwing things and bumping into me. We were about 10 minutes from my school, when we approached a stop.

An old woman, about 70 years-old, clearly a laborer on her way to work got up and tapped me. She told me to sit down and take her seat. I graciously accepted, thinking she was going to get off at the bus stop where we were arriving.

Low and behold, she doesn’t get off.

A 70 year-old woman gave me her spot on the bus. It was at that point I knew I needed to apply more concealer and get some rest.

I'm back.

So. I haven't written anything about NYC. What can I write? I looooove it here. Everything I want, whenever I want it. That's pretty much heaven to me.

Law school is tough, but I'm enjoying the challenge for the most part. I can already tell I am thinking in new ways. Since CUNY is the first law school specifically designed "in the service of human needs" aka it's a public interest school, I have had the chance to people with really interesting and diverse backgrounds, ei a nun who just got back from working in Africa, NYC police officer, sexual abuse activists, and ppl from all over the world. We all have similar values though completely different goals. The professors are great too--very knowledgable, and they've all contributed important work to their respective fields.

I've gotten to hang out with a bunch of my friends who A) are from NY, B) have recently moved here and C) are just passing through. Meeting new people has been great---I have a lot of people to meet here.

I've been going to clubs, cd release parties, campaign events, pubs, and and various shabbat services and dinners (mmmmm). And school. The end. I don't even have enough time (or money) to buy tylenol.

Here are some pics:

me jess adam

me and melissa (who is now back from morocco)