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09/16/2004: "Still weird"
Is it strange that, a month and a half after moving here, I'm still weirded out by the fact that I live in Chicago? And that I'm officially living on my own? Does anyone ever get used to changes like that, or does it just slowly become normal?
The other day I was reading an article on Yahoo about Chicago creating the country's largest network of cameras in public areas that can be scanned for criminal behavior and used by 911 dispatchers to zoom in on target areas (it's about time someone in the US did this, and amazingly, the ACLU says it doesn't mind since the cameras are in public areas), and all of a sudden I thought, "I LIVE there."
In some ways, I often wonder if I've become immune to it too fast. Every weekday I walk to the Sears Tower to catch the bus home. It strikes me as odd when I get run over by tourists walking backwards trying to get the entire Sears Tower in their camera's viewfinder. It's just become normal for me to stand next to it every day, yet here someone is trying to memorialize it, and quite possibly won't visit it again in their lifetime.
So in some ways I think it's crazy I live here and haven't gotten used to it yet, and in some ways I'm way TOO used to it. I still haven't gone shopping on Michigan Avenue yet, despite taking the bus down it quite frequently; I'm waiting until Amy comes to visit in October. Sigma Kappa shopping time!
I also think it's weird that I'm actually in law school. After all the preparation, after all the test taking and the applying and the deciding and the worrying and the stressing, I'm there. And it's not as hard or as scary as I imagined (although the idea of my entire grade resting on one final exam is pretty damn scary), thanks to the professors who are really capable. Well, except for my Torts prof, who infamously has his own way of looking at torts. He's spectacularly brilliant, is rumored to only sleep every other night, and is working on the Third Restatement of Torts, but he's not the best at engaging the class.
Now I must go and replay the last 2 1/2 hours of my life; here's a public service announcement: don't forget to save your video games before you get killed by crazy warrior monks.