was yesterday, but I was so buried in reading for Copyright Law last night that I didn't blog it. It was generally ... odd. Good, but odd. Here's my "My First Day of Ph.D. School" brief essay:

I started off by dropping my hearing aid on the parquet floor and breaking it. It still works, but only at about 1/4 volume. It needed to go to the shop anyway, and my Emergency Backup Older Non-digital one has been working well enough. I presume this incident is not an omen or otherwise indicative of things to come.

Then, due to Parking Logistics, Mister Boyfriend drove me to school. I haven't been driven to school in about twelve years, and it made me feel like I was about 4 and heading off to kindergarten. Most peculiar, like I should pose for a picture on the front steps with my bag and new shoes. (Then I counted up and realized that this is my 23rd first day of school. Never mind.)

So then I rode the bus* across the Mississippi to the West Bank Campus, which is where the Law School is**. Being a Rhetoric student sitting in on a Law class, I felt nervous and out-of-place. Very everyone else here passed the LSAT and must be smart and what if everything is totally completely different and I can't keep up? Then the professor asked the first question: "What is copyright?" And one of the second years replied very seriously, "The right to copy." So yeah, I guess I'm going to probably be OK in there.

I'm probably going to be generally OK here. Things feel good. I was rather disenchanted with my final year of Master's work, and was worried about how I'd feel starting the PhD. Now that I'm up here and can actually see the opportunity to work, I'm certain I made the right decision.

* not accustomed to buses, but becoming quickly enamored
** It's the Walter Mondale Law Building, incidentally.