This past week was the Law Revue Show, an undertaking near and dear to my heart-and an enterprise that is a bit different from most others here at GW Law. That being the case, I'm doing something
I was raised to choose the cheapest brand of whatever I need and, regardless of quality, force myself to enjoy it. Accordingly, in many areas (e.g., wine, wheat bread, spackling, etc.) I've failed
By a trick of fate it turned out that it was somewhat cheaper for me to utilize Amtrak for my holiday travel plans. And so it came to pass that, over the span of two weeks, I traveled by train fro
Time was that I regularly donated blood. Before law school, I was one of those guys who was donating every 45 (or so) days. Even during the first year of law school, I participated in several blo
Recently, this column has examined phenomena well beyond our immediate surroundings. This week, we boldly journey into the jungle of fine dining in our neighborhood and examine the often-overlooke
Last Saturday several friends and I journeyed to Six Flags America, located in Upper Marlboro. As you know, the Six Flags advertisements assert that, as their parks' names invoke no fewer than six
Greetings, gentle reader, and welcome to the brand new year of my column, a column dedicated to shining a bright, critical light on areas deserving of scrutinizing attention, but often overlooke
So, here we are. Orientation. How do you like it so far? Is it pretty much what you expected? I bet it is. How many different ways are there to do orientation, anyway? That's not a question-t
I returned home from Spring Break this year to discover that my bike had essentially been stripped by thieves. Well, that isn't entirely true. It happened in two stages, and the first stage was probably the work of drunks rather than thieves.
And here we are in February. What happened to January? Or December? How did I manage to accomplish so little in four weeks? How will I now make up for that slack? When do I even have time to read, let alone answer my emails? What have I gotten myself into?
"Well, that could have gone more smoothly," I said to myself as I stood by the Reflecting Pool, shaking from a recent adrenaline infusion, several hundreds of thousands of my closest friends surrounding me.
