That Old Fashioned Type of Gal...: ring the alarm...(Repost)

This was written by a Spelman Sister as an open letter to her future husband. So touching and so true, I hope to feel these same emotions when my wedding day arrives...


That Old Fashioned Type of Gal...: ring the alarm...: Dear My Future Husband, It's my wedding day and I am in the worst condition. I'm nervous. I can't believe I found the love of my lif...

2L. (still hell).

Hello Lovers and Friends!

I haven't posted a new entry in quite some time, so I thought I'd take pen to paper (or fingertips to the keyboard). Since my last post, I've left the Dominican Republic for fabulous Georgia (*read lots of sarcasm here*)!

My summer in the Dominican Republic was nothing short of AMAZING and easily the best time of my life. I spent an entire summer under the Caribbean sun, meeting beautiful people, and dancing all the merengue, bachata, and salsa that my heart desired. I'll miss the tostones that I bought for breakfast for 20 pesos (about fifty cents), the nearly 100% humidity on any given day, and the sweltering heat of our un-air conditioned living room. While my internship wasn't ideal, I will truly miss the people that I worked with, namely our driver for the summer, Dany. Dany was like our Dominican dad! Leaving the island really felt like I was leaving a piece of me behind and it's safe to say that my roommates felt about the same. My roommate from NYC, the one from Romania, L and I decided that in five years we will have an InteRDom reunion trip to Punta Cana, DR to recap the good times from this past summer!

Since being back in Georgia (now for the dull part), my life has been super busy. This semester I'm taking five courses, including a civil externship. 2L year has been way busier than my first year (but thank God I made it!). Besides all that boring law stuff, a girl's still got to find time to have fun, which I always do. Specifically, my roommate and I have birthdays coming up in the next week, so this coming weekend is sure to be epic.

Although I'm still managing to enjoy myself this semester despite my schedule, I absolutely cannot wait until January! On January 3, my friend K, L, and I set sail (well, fly) to the UK where will study for five months as part of a study abroad program at my law school. It's seems so surreal that I'll be living on the other side of the world for so long, but I am so ready! The girls and I are already planning our Spring Break trip-- we're thinking Spain and maybe Morocco-- and another week long trip to Italy after the program ends. (Paris and other nearby cities will be tackled on the weekends). I should be focusing on the semester at hand, but as the months continue to fly by, I find myself thinking about it more and more.

As you can tell from reading all of this, there pretty much isn't anything going on in my life right now but school. That's probably a bad thing, but whatever. Looking forward to (FINISHING) this semester and all that it has to offer.

CIAO <3

¡Revelación!

When I tell people that I am a rising second year law school student, after congratulating me on being so brave, the first question that they usually ask me is “So what kind of law do you want to practice?” And the truth is, up until now, I had no idea. I’ve always had an idea of the areas of law in which I could see myself practicing and those that I could not. Criminal law? Not for me. Some realm of international or property law? Maybe. Day after day, I waited for some kind of sign or some realization to hit me… and that time has finally come.

This week at my internship, I worked with a lawyer, R, who is the manager of the litigation and settlements department of the company. The insurance company that I work for, being the largest in the Dominican Republic, insures many of the hotels and resorts that are located throughout the country. And where there are foreign tourists, law suits are sure to follow! I reviewed endless cases about tourists sustaining personal injuries stemming from small slips and falls to burns resulting from bar fires. Because many of the hotels and resorts have their headquarters or principal places of business in the United States-- Florida to be exact-- many of the complaints were being litigated in the United States. While this may sound boring to others, I found myself absolutely enthralled!

Complaints, answers, and motions to dismiss on the grounds of forum non conveniens?  I couldn’t get enough. Page after page, I found myself completely absorbed in reading the case details and imagining how I would begin to prepare memoranda discussing both the particulars of the cases and possible outcomes at trial. I was so excited to see abstract concepts that I had learned during my first year of law come to life.

By the end of my first day working with R, I knew that this was what I wanted to do! Working as an attorney for a firm that represents large corporations such as hotels and resorts incorporated in the United States, but with locations abroad, would allow me to combine my interests in both torts and international law. Who knew it would take traveling to the Dominican Republic for me to discover what I wanted to do following graduation!

3 weeks in...

I haven't blogged in a while and I know you all are dying to know what's been going on with me, so I thought I'd give you a quick update...

We have finally started working! I know you guys were probably thinking I'm here in paradise on vacation all summer long, but we actually have an internship. We work in the legal department of the largest insurance company in Latin America and our supervisor, Doña Josefa, knows everyone who is anyone in Santo Domingo, so we do a lot of rotating between different legal departments within the city so that we can, in her words, "saber todo de la ley dominicana! (know everything about Dominican law!)." We've been to both traffic and criminal courts to observe the differences in the legal systems (as compared to the American legal system) and there are definitely a lot. For example, when we walked into the traffic court, we did just that- walk in! There weren't any metal detectors and I don't recall seeing any security guards. Luckily, no one flew off the handle while I was there. Judges and lawyers here also have to wear special robes when in the court room which feature berets adorned with colored balls on top. (Judges wear one color, defense attorneys, another, and so on). Besides that, we generally stay in the office and assist the attorneys in the department with whatever tasks they ask of us. And no matter what, we aren't allowed to speak English. Our coworkers are so excited to help us better our Spanish.

Outside of work, I finally made it to the beach. We've been to Boca Chica twice, but whenever we tell people that I work with that we've been there, they always give us the same look like "Eww, why would you go there?" Apparently, Boca Chica is the dirty beach that no one wants to go to (I have seen garbage and stray dogs), and now one of the worst beaches in the area. BUT, it's crazy because the actual beach itself is more gorgeous than any beach I've ever seen in the States! Must be so nice to live here and have your pick of tropical beaches! Anyway, while lounging on the beach people come up to you selling everything ranging from fresh seafood and coconuts to CDs and wooden sculptures. There are also food stands that sell fresh fish which they fry right in front of you after you select the one you want. Being the adventurous eater that I am, I just had to try one although our program doesn't want us eating "street food." L and A were too scared to try it (Lame! Lol), so my newest roommate and I split a plate of fried fish (it was huge) and tostones. It was so good! Too bad I forgot to take a picture to show you all...

In cultural excursion news, last weekend we took a three and a half hour WALKING (-___-) tour through the Colonial Zone. We visited a cathedral in the heart of the zone which I was told was the oldest gothic cathedral standing in the Americas, dating back to the 16th century. I thought it was absolutely beautiful despite the fact that laid within the floors and walls were the tombs of countless men who had been buried there centuries before. The most interesting part about the cathedral, though, was that it housed the tomb of Christopher Columbus! Yes, the Christopher Columbus that we all read about in school books who "discovered" America! Although we couldn't actually enter the tomb since it was roped off, it was still cool to be that close to a piece of history that I have heard so much about.

Tomorrow we are going to Santiago, which used to be the capital of the country before it was destroyed by an earthquake and relocated here. I am so excited to get outside of the Santo Domingo area so I can see what the rest of the country looks like! Stay tuned because I will most definitely be updating when I return...

Nos hablamos! <3

Roadside food stand where I bought some chicharron to try for the first time

The stairwell leading to Christopher Columbus' tomb

Inside the oldest gothic cathedral in the Americas

Laying in a compartment in the first fortress in the Americas. Soldiers would lay in these to get good range on opposing forces without being vulnerable to return attacks.

A little bit of Dominican culture

Yesterday was our first cultural excursion sponsored by InteRDom, the program with which we are here in the Dominican Republic. These cultural excursions are outings to various places and landmarks in the DR meant to give us a firsthand account of the country's rich and diverse culture. For the first half of the outing, we found ourselves at the Museo del Hombre Dominicano (The Museum of the Dominican Man). The museum featured paintings, sculptures, and figures depicting the mixed heritage of the Dominican people. Dominicans are descendants of the Taino people who inhabited the island of Hispañola (the name of the island in which the Dominican Republic and Haiti are located) at the time of its "discovery" by the Spanish in the 15th century and thus many of the exhibits featured Taino artwork, words, and sculptures depicting what Taino life was like on the island. The museum also featured many pieces of African artwork and instruments brought over by enslaved Africans in European captivity, paying homage to the African ancestry that Dominicans also possess.

The next stop on the cultural excursion was the Cueva de las Maravillas (Cave of Marvels). Discovered in the 50s, this cave is about 25 meters underground and home to a multitude of Taino drawings, each thousands of years old. The drawings either depicted aspects of Taino life or were homages to the different gods that Tainos worshipped and/or to the afterlife and reincarnation. Unfortunately, we weren't allowed to take pictures in the cave (because the flash of camera lights on the drawings fades the paint), but trust me it was definitely a site to see! Besides the drawings, there were stalagmites and stalactites, some covered in a beautiful white crystal rock, a natural pool which was so clear and still, it looked like an actual mirror reflection of the surrounding cave, and a lot of murciélagos (bats). I'd definitely have to say that touring la Cueva de las Maravillas was one of the most amazing things I've ever done! 

I've only been here for eight days and I am so in love with this place! The people, the scenery, the food, I love it all! In just eight short days, my Spanish has gotten so much better, namely because I speak it from the moment I leave my apartment, until I return. But, it's definitely unrealistic to think that I will be able to reach fluency by the time I leave in August, so... (drum roll, please!)... I've decided that after I graduate from law school, I want to move back here for a year! I haven't begun to look at the details, but I would love to live here for a year and work for an NGO (or maybe even the company I'm currently interning for, who knows?) while at the same time working towards becoming bilingual. Anywho, that plan is super far off and who knows what will happen between then and now, but as of right now, I'm pretty sure it's what I'd love to do.

The remains of a Taino king and his favorite wife.
At his death, she was buried alive.

Instruments made by enslaved Africans brought
to the Dominican Republic by Europeans

Spanish influence on religion in the DR

The view from the entrance of the Cueva de las Maravillas 

Inside the cave

Lo más reciente sobre mi viaje

Another long day here in Santo Domingo! During our second day of orientation we learned all about the different modes of transportation that the Dominican Republic has to offer. There are about six different modes of transportation available: the Metro, the OMSA (city bus), taxis, carros públicos (similar to taxis but with set routes and a requirement of six passengers), motoconchos (motorbikes), and guaguas (o voladores [mini buses]). All of the transportation in Santo Domingo is pretty cheap, ranging from about 20-150 RD (Dominican pesos) which is about $0.50-$3.85. The Metro and the OMSA are the more "official" forms of transportation in Santo Domingo (meaning they are the most similar to the transportation systems of cities like NYC and DC), as they are run by the government and are the cheapest forms of transportation available in the city. The most expensive form of transportation is the taxis, but since there aren't meters running in these taxis unlike the highway robbery practices of NYC taxis, the cost generally isn't too high.

Now that we know how to navigate the city, we have already made plans to explore the city starting this Thursday, which is a holiday here in the DR (although I'm not quite sure of the name). Anyway, we are going to wake up early and take a bus to Boca Chica, the beach nearest Santo Domingo, that features turquoise waters and white sands where we will spend the day soaking in the island rays. No puedo esperar! On Friday, we are going to the Zona Colonial (Colonial Zone) which I have been told is home to over 500 bars (and safe, not to worry!). I am very much looking forward to getting out and experiencing Dominican nightlife and can't wait to tell you all about it!

Comida china y criolla
There is a small Chinese Dominican population here in the DR. Such an interesting hybrid! 

Un carro públicoThese cars are so small, yet they pack six passengers in each!

Day 2.

Today was my first full day in the Dominican Republic and I must say, I think I'm already in love this country. There's something so amazing about seeing beautiful brown people everywhere so vibrant and full of life! People here don't even realize that I'm not Dominican until I open my mouth to speak and they realize that my Spanish is noticeably much slower than their light-of-speed-like vernacular. We haven't learned how to use the public transportation system yet, but imagine how much more in love I'll be with the DR once I've explored farther than my immediate surroundings.

We left the apartment around one o'clock today in search of authentic Dominican cuisine and luckily, one of the drivers at the FundGlobe headquarters offered to drive us to our desired location. However, once we arrived, we found that the spot was closed. (Dominicans definitely observe Sunday as the Sabbath more so than Americans generally do, so many stores and restaurants close early, or like the restaurant we wanted to go to, don't operate at all on Sundays). Since we couldn't go there, the driver offered to drop us off on a main street close to a supermarket to allow us to explore. After about twenty minutes of walking around and asking people where a restaurant that served Dominican food was, we finally found a bar and grill that served sandwiches and other plates. The food that we had was good but I still have yet to come across a place that sells pollo asado, arroz con frijoles, o mofongo! I am dying for some authentic cuisine, so hopefully once orientation begins, the program coordinators can direct us on where to go.

Once we left the restaurant, we walked to a pay phone (YES, a pay phone!) to phone the driver so that he could pick us up since none of us have yet to purchase a local phone. Of course being that none of us have used a pay phone in at least 10 years, we somehow messed up the call and lost the coins that we inserted. Luckily, a couple of police officers walked over to us to make small talk and offered to let us use their phones to phone the driver. He picked us up shortly and once we returned to the apartment, we threw ourselves on the couches and slept under the breeze from the constantly running fans. Dominican heat is another thing! Being outside makes you sticky from the humidity and the heat itself is draining.

In many ways, from what I have seen so far, the Dominican Republic is very similar to the states. Most of the people have cars, young people hang out together, etc., but I have noticed some key differences. For instance, people are more friendly and willing to talk. Walking down the street, more people will speak to you than you would encounter on any given street in the US. This could just be because most people don't seem to walk places so maybe it's rare to see three girls walking leisurely? Who knows. People also tend to hang outside. This means in front of their buildings, on the side of the street, wherever! Shooting the breeze and chatting it up with friends outside just because is something that we definitely don't tend to do as Americans. The biggest difference, though, is definitely the police/security/military patrol over here. It's serious! I've seen so many cops and men in military garb armed with huge war-like rifles (slight exaggeration, but they're seriously a lot bigger than the guns that ordinary cops carry in America) patrolling the streets, weapon in hand. Obviously, cops make rounds in the states, but rarely on foot AND with guns in hand rather than secured in a holster. This may be because it's election season over here or this could be an everyday occurrence. Either way, the people here seem unphased.

Since the first day of orientation for the program is tomorrow, I'll end here but leave you with the view that I wake up to every morning. Ciao =)

Yo he llegado a la Republica Dominicana!

Hola mis amores!

I'm FINALLY HERE! Yes, I am writing this post from my very own bedroom in my Dominican apartment where I will spend the next two and a half months! Exciting, right?! I have been counting down to this day since I decided that I would be interning here back in October.

It's really surreal being here, as this is my first time visiting a Spanish-speaking country, and when I say "Spanish-speaking," I really mean it! Since I touched down in Santo Domingo this afternoon, I have not met ONE person who knows any English. Super intimidating because now I know that if I want anything done or need to ask for assistance, etc., I better know how to say what I need to say or I'll be SOL! However, I am very thankful for it because I will finally be forced to speak Spanish almost all the time. I'm already learning new everyday words that I had somehow missed out on learning during my high school and college studies.

Our apartment is huge and located on a really nice street lined with condos. The apartment is a three bedroom and although five girls will be living here (L, A, me, and two other girls that we haven't met yet), it's very spacious and I don't think that anyone will feel uncomfortable, especially me seeing as I snagged my own room! WOOT! Downside though is that my air conditioning unit doesn't seem to be working properly so I have the fan on full blast, but it's blowing around warm Caribbean air =/. The apartment also features a dining room, full kitchen, laundry room (no dryer, we have to hang our items to dry), living room, balcony, and in addition to a bathroom in each room, a half bath.

Anywho, earlier this evening before A arrived, L and I decided to walk to the nearest grocery store in search of some towels and hangers (two words that we didn't know how to say in Spanish). There's a little shopping plaza about seven esquinas (blocks) from where we live and along the way, we met some of the most interesting characters. The men here do truly believe that they are Romeos, as we heard nothing but praises of our beauty with every step along the way- not even an exaggeration, Dominican men are hilarious! However, the only store that carries the items for which we searched (the Dominican version of Walmart) was about a ten minute away and since it was getting dark, we decided to save that trip for tomorrow.

As a last bit of news, L and I were both offered correspondent positions with the program! That means every week you can stay updated with my adventures on an official InteRDom student blog where I will document my time in the Dominican Republic. You can check that blog out here. Our first blog posts will be posted at sometime within the next week =)

Stay tuned because the fun's just beginning...

<3

Nuestra casa durante el viaje (Our Dominican apartment)

L y yo en ruta al apartmento (L & I headed to the apartment)

La hermosa vista del mar (BEAUTIFUL view of the sea)

Returning to normal (y las cuatro metas)

The down time between the end of my first year in law school and my trip to the Dominican Republic has been absolutely wonderful. After getting out of school on May 11th, I flew to the Philly area and traveled between there, New Jersey, and my favorite city in the world, New York. I have shopped (a lot), eaten (A LOT), slept past noon, spent hours on Netflix, caught up on my favorite t.v. shows, spent time with family and friends, and best of all, RELAXED! I often partook in this whole "relaxation" thing while in college, but not being able to do it truly for the last 10 months was awful. In these last two and a half weeks, I've begun to feel like a normal person again!

This last week of my relaxation time has been the most exciting. My best friend from college, Ang, flew up from Kansas to spend a few days with me before I depart for the Caribbean. Although I'm staying in Jersey, she flew into LaGuardia, so I decided to go meet her in the city. Wanting to kill two birds with one stone, I also met up with my absolute best guy friend in the entire world who I hadn't seen in over a year! Now, he also just finished his first year of law school and with that being said, you can already imagine how busy we both were. (As the year went on, we began speaking less and less). But anyway, we met in Times Square, aka the worst place in the city, (along with another friend who also just completed his first year of law school) and spent the entire night roaming the city and catching up. We literally met at 7PM and didn't make it back to Jersey until 7:30AM the next morning- NO SLEEP! Needless to say, once we got back, we crashed and slept for almost 12 hours.

Ang and I spent Memorial Day Weekend in between Jersey City and NYC with a friend of mine, Celena, from my time at Barnard/Columbia (love her!). It was Fleet Week in the city and if you know me you know I absolutely LOVE Sex & the City, so the entire weekend seeing men in their white sailor suits reminded me of that SATC episode. (I made it a point to get a picture with the some of the sailors because the Carrie Bradshaw in me just had to!). The weekend was great, though. We went to a lounge called Taj on Friday night where I met up with one of my friends from college and partied the night away. Again, we didn't make it back home til 7AM (after missing two JSQ bound trains-- but that's another story), but the incessant yawning on the PATH train and tired feet from walking around the concrete jungle in six inch heels were all worth it for the memories made. The next day was pretty lowkey, as the the weather wasn't the greatest. We hung with some girls from Barnard and drank on a rooftop in the financial with a BEAUTIFUL view. Later that night, we met up with one of my absolute favorite Morehouse brothers who graduated a year before me and lives in South Jersey.

Anywho, my time up top ends today as I fly back to Georgia in a few hours. I had a great time and normally wouldn't be ready to head back down South, but this time is different because my trip to la RD is just four days away! There are so many lose ends that I need to tie up and people that I need to see before I leave! Since the trip is so close, naturally, I can't stop thinking about it so I've decided to come up with five goals (cuatro metas)  that I want to accomplish while abroad:

1. Refrain from speaking English for 24 hours + : This is probably my most favorite goal. I can't say it enough: I WANT TO BECOME FLUENT! Although I know it won't happen overnight or even within this one summer, speaking as little English as possible obviously means I have to speak something else to communicate- Spanish. It seems like this would be super easy, but a lot of people in the DR know English and I will also be living with American students, so slipping into English conversation will be easy. I hope I don't do it too much!
2. Learn how to dance la merengue: I love to dance and have fun, so this is only natural. I want to learn this dance so well that the Dominican natives will confuse this morena for una dominicana =)
3. Go zip lining: I am deathly afraid of heights. Like for real. I've zip lined before and was super scared but I want to try it in the DR because of all the beautiful scenery I'll get to view on the way to the other side. 
4. Explore a cave/waterfall: Also something that can probably be done stateside, but the reality is that I probably won't do it here in America. The Caribbean is home to much beautiful and exotic flora and flauna, so what better way to take it all in than to go on an excursion?

Anyway, my flight is super early and I know I'm going to regret staying up this late during my airport time, so until next time, take care. Ciaoooooooooooo <3

Ang & I with Fleet Week sailors in the city (an ode to Sex & the City!)

I'm Back!

Que lo que?

Hey guys... I'm officially done with my first year of law school! To sum the experience up in a few words, IT WAS HELL... and I mean that every bit of literally. Case briefs, the Socratic method, praying to the law school gods not to get called on in class on the days you didn't read, late nights and early mornings... It's all over (... at least for the summer, anyway). Post-1L life-- although it's only been two days-- is just fabulous. Lounging around, sleeping, shopping, what's better than this? Anywho, I took a hiatus from both blogging and Facebook to study, so now that I'm back, I'll just put down a few words....

To start off with some GREAT news, I was accepted into the Oxford Law program in England! I am so excited! Come January, I'll be studying in England, mainly classes in international law. My friend, L, was also accepted and we've already decided to cram as much travelling as we can in those four months abroad. I've already checked flight prices and round-trip ticket prices to France and Spain start at around $230-- STEAL! Who would have ever thought that I would travel so much while in law school?

And speaking of travelling, I leave for Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic in just 19 days! It seems so unreal, I've been dying to go to the DR since forever. Although I've been studying Spanish for the last 8 years, I have yet to travel to a Spanish-speaking country so this is a huge milestone for me. While in the DR, I'll be interning at an insurance company in the legal department. This will be my first time working in the corporate sector so we shall see how it goes! I'm hoping that by the time I complete this internship and my fall internship that I will somewhat know what type of law I'm interested in practicing.

Once in the DR, I plan on taking in as much of the culture as possible (which, for me, mainly means food). I cannot wait to try AUTHENTIC mofongo, a fried plantain dish stuffed with various meats, and mangú, a boiled plantain dish, usually served for breakfast. The program recommends that we don't eat street food, but that's where the most authentic food comes from. (I may have to take my chances on that one but I definitely won't be drinking the local water!). Besides eating, I plan on travelling throughout the entire island. I'm hoping that we can go to Boca Chica (the beach closest to Santo Domingo) the first full weekend that we are on the island. I'm also planning on going on hiking excursions, taking bachata and merengue lessons, maybe a few cooking lessons, and most importantly, bettering my Spanish. 


That's pretty much it for now, though. I will def be blogging more often the closer it gets to my departure date, so stay tuned. <3. 

Progress for Trayvon

If you know me, you know that the Trayvon Martin case is something that I have been very passionate about since I first became of aware of this tragic situation. For almost two months, Trayvon's murderer was a free man- he hadn't been arrested and continued to live his life uninterrupted by the pain and anguish that he had inflicted upon Trayvon's family. The Special Prosecutor, Angela Corey, seemed to be taking forever to bring charges against Zimmerman, and frankly, I was losing hope that this man would ever be held accountable for his actions.

Yesterday at 6:00 PM, Corey announced in a press conference that Zimmerman would be charged with murder in the second degree! (For those that don't know, he couldn't have been charged with first-degree murder without the case being heard before a grand jury. However, that charge likely wouldn't have flown as murder in the first-degree requires that the actor have acted with the specific intent to kill- in other words, a premeditated murder). I was literally moved to tears. I couldn't help but think about what a relief that announcement must have been for Trayvon's parents, but no matter how much relief they felt, it wouldn't change the fact that they would never again have their son back. Nevertheless, an arrest was made and Zimmerman finally spent his first of (hopefully) many nights behind bars.

An arrest is definitely a step towards justice and finally a glimmer of hope in this sad situation. I can only pray that justice is served at trial so that Zimmerman will finally have to pay for his actions.

#JusticeForTrayvon

Usual Friday night...

It's a typical Friday night for me-- TV tuned to TLC mindlessly watching Say Yes to the Dress and Four Weddings, computer in lap... Well, let me not say typical, if I could I'd be out right now, but I decided to stay in. Anywho, as I haven't blogged in a little over a week, I just wanted to get a few words down.

So just last week, I decided to apply for this program at my law school and if I'm accepted, I'd be studying in Oxford, England for FOUR MONTHS! How fabulous would that be?! While I've never had a strong desire to go to England, say it with me... "Location, location, LOCATION!" I could go to  Madrid, Barcelona, Paris, Rome, etc... all for about $300 or less ROUND TRIP!!! While I know I would actually still be in school, that opportunity sounds just too good to pass up. I'm a jetsetter at heart and I love to travel. This has my name written all over it and besides, the passport could use a few more stamps. So I am keeping my fingers crossed and praying that I'm accepted. (My goal is to physically be at my law school as little as possible. Fall externship and DC 3L year... Praying on it!).

More school related news? I'm running for a position on the Executive Board of my school's Black Law Students Association Chapter. BLSA has been so good to me thus far, and I can't wait to be able to help out the chapter and the new first years coming in in the fall.

Umm... I actually don't have anything else to talk about so I'm just gonna dip now. Oh yeah, last thing-- 57 days until Santo Domingo! 

Ciao bellas.

#JusticeForTrayvon

#JusticeForTrayvon

Unless you've been living under a rock for the past two weeks, you're probably aware of who Trayvon Martin is, or rather, was. But just in case this information has somehow missed you, here's a brief recap of the tragedy:

Trayvon Martin, a 17-year old Black high school student, was walking back to his father's fiance's house in a gated community in Sanford, FL after going to a nearby convenience store to buy Skittles and an iced tea. Trayvon, wearing a hoodie, caught the attention of George Zimmerman, a 28 year-old, self-appointed neighborhood watch captain who called 9-1-1 to report Trayvon as "suspicious" and proceeded to follow the boy against the emergency operator's directions. Within minutes, Trayvon was dead from a single gunshot wound to the chest, inflicted by Zimmerman. Zimmerman, who is 250 lbs, claims that he acted in self-defense and reasonably feared that Trayvon, who was a mere 140 lbs, was going to kill him. He further claims that he had a right to do so under Florida's Stand Your Ground Law. (In short, the law allows for the use of deadly force in a public space when one is in reasonable fear of bodily harm or death). This all took place on February 26, 2012... Zimmerman has yet to be arrested.

Now, to drill in the facts, let's recap again: Zimmerman. 28 years old. SELF-APPOINTED neighborhood watch captain. Acted as the aggressor against an unarmed Black child and murdered him. Hasn't been arrested. A child MURDERER. But as some people urge, this case (or rather non-case) is not a racial issue.

... A blind man could see that it is. Trayvon Martin is dead because he was Black. There, I said it... because it's the truth. Apparently, walking down the street while Black is a crime enough to warrant murder.When is the last time that you've heard of an unarmed white man being brutally beaten within an inch of his life or murdered by cops or an unstable vigilante? When is the last time that you saw a group of white men being harassed by the cops for standing in a public area while socializing? When is the last time you've heard of white men being racially profiled? I, for one, can tell you that I cannot recall because these types of things don't happen to white men. However, Black men? Prime targets. As the sister of an 18 year-old Black male, events such as what occurred in Sanford on that fateful evening hit close to home and weigh heavily on my heart. This could have easily happened to my family and we could be the ones without answers and without justice.

Earlier this week, I had a somewhat heated debate on Facebook with some law school classmates of mine who insisted that this was not a racial issue. While they agreed (for the most part) that Zimmerman should have been arrested, they didn't believe that this was a Black/white/racial issue. "How do we know that Zimmerman followed Trayvon because he was Black? How do you know that this was a racially motivated hate crime?" they said. (I guess they ignored that fact that Zimmerman could be heard referring to Trayvon as "they" and a "f***ing coon" and "suspicious" on the 9-1-1 call). And then it dawned on me. As obvious of a racially motivated hate crime as this seemed to be, people who have never experienced racial stereotyping can't seem to grasp that it actually exists nowadays. Or maybe they just choose to ignore it. My friend Lindsay gave me a great analogy for this. She said, "In my 23 years of life, I've never seen deep snow, like up to my knees, but I know it exists because I've been told and because I've seen pictures." Okay, I forget word-for-word what she said, but her message was along the lines of, they know it exists, but since they have neither seen nor experienced it, they can't actually grasp that it's real.

But sadly, it's still real. This country has come so far, yet sometimes it seems we haven't really gone anywhere. The lives of Black men, women, and children (and other minorities) receive so much less protection from the justice system as do the lives our pale-skinned, light-eyed counterparts, and it's sickening. What's even more sickening is that there are people who actually believe Zimmerman was justified in murdering Trayvon. One girl said to me, "Well look at the statistics. There are more Black men in prison than in college..." I became livid, instantly. Basically, she insinuated that because Black men are "more prone to violence and/or a life of crime" (notice the quotation marks), Zimmerman was at least partly justified in assuming that Trayvon was a suspicious person. There could be no way that a Black male actually LIVED in the gated community! The fact that people think like that and have the nerve to call themselves "educated" is beyond me.

But that would open up an entirely different can of worms and I could go on forever. I say all this to say that stereotyping gets us nowhere. To be the most powerful nation in the world, America has this huge elephant that never seems leaves to room-- race. Being Black doesn't mean that one is a criminal and being white doesn't automatically mean that one is a saint. At the end of the day, we will all have our preconceived notions, but to act on them so far that negatively impact the life of another is shameful. Further, allowing people to violently act on these stereotypes and get away without so much even as a slap on the wrist is downright appalling.

Although the Martin family can never have Trayvon back, I can only pray that justice is served so that the Martin family can finally have some sense of peace.

Take 2.

Back in July or August of last year, I decided to try my hand at blogging and blog my candid thoughts about my law school journey. But then life-- or should I say "law school"-- got in the way of that, and that goal fell by the wayside. Recently, my friend Lindsay (check her out @ http://diplomaticfashionista.blogspot.com/) decided to begin blogging and that inspired me to try this blogging thing again.

So here it is: Take 2. My plan for this blog is to to write about my life and things that happen in my life which can be conveniently divided up into three main topics-- Life, Love, and Law (see what I did there?). Kind of like an online diary, a chronicle of the journey on which life is taking me...

So sit back and enjoy the ride =)