Losing Friends Fast

This should probably be documented.

Every year the law school has an Olympic-themed event in the large moot court room at BYU where the members of the three different classes participate in three events, evaluated by judges from each of the classes and then awarded with gold, silver and bronze medals (in case you've never heard of the Olympics before). As exciting as this all sounds, I'm quite sure that whatever respect you had for law students would immediately and quickly go right out the window if you witnessed any piece of the glorious event.

Annette hosted it this year, looking totally trashy dressed up as Tonya Harding (Annette is the 2L class pres this year and probably the most popular girl in school!). Because of my connection with law school royalty, I was recruited to somehow involve myself in one of the three events.

My involvement was not in the first event, the javelin throw, done by spitting cotton swabs through straws at the audience (classy).

My involvement was not in the second event either, which was a hoola-hoop contest, completely owned by a 2L in high hills.

No no, my involvement was all about the third and final event. The synchronized swimming. Three girls in my class layed behind the bench in the moot court room with their legs up in the air, running through some ridiculous routine to the song "The Final Countdown" while I sprayed them with water and impromptu danced like an idiot wearing a swimming cap in front of several hundred people. The performance climaxed with me climbing on top of the bench and doing some odd and equally dramatic spins and poses while the girls did Jazz hands and other moves that any interpretive dancer would be proud of. When the final pose took place (I was on one foot, arms in the air, standing high on the judge's bench overlooking a crowd of impressed spectators, the sounds of motivational '80's rock music ringing in my ears, Annette several feet away in shiny gray pants and the world's trashiest blond wig), I looked to the back and spotted my conservative 60 year old Contracts professor (who I now work for), and I thought "Other than the banya, this might be the strangest moment of my life."

Taking one for the team paid back big time; we totally took the gold.

I'm so glad I feel like I have an hour to spend doing stuff like this.

Accepting the award. That's Annette on the very left.

Losing friends fast.

I think this was one of the more inspiring parts of the performance.

Practicing in the hall right before going on.

Seconds before the final pose. I can't figure out what my favorite part about this picture is. Probably the girl on the right.

On a side note, here are the same people one week earlier, looking professional as always.~It Just Gets Stranger