This post is from the JMBzine Blog Vault, which means it is a very old blog post that I wrote at a very different time of my life. My views on religion, politics, and many other subjects have drastically changed over the years, so please bear this in mind when reading this post. – I generally do not edit my past writings, except to fix obvious spelling issues, or to fix broken links (most often replacing with links to archive.org). I do add some more recent editorial updates, which are shown in blue italicized dates.
Monday, October 08, 2001
Then in the afternoon kicked back and watched the Texas-OU game. Normally I am a UT fan, but when they play OU then all bets are off. Overall it was the best OU-Texas game I have ever seen, and was especially impressed with the performance of OU’s Jason White who filled in as QB for the last 3 quarters of the game. I remember seeing Jason play for Tuttle (the rival of my old High School in Newcastle, OK). He was an amazing player then, and is even more amazing now.
Then today, I drove from San Marcos to Austin to catch a plane to OKC. En route though, I heard the news on the radio. The US had began bombing Afghanistan. Talk about the outlook of the world changing fast. This is one ****ed up world we live in folks. I wonder how many civilians died today.
(2023): A few more recollections from the day of taking the LSAT — I drove down to San Antonio to take the test, I think at the University of the Incarnate Word, but I think afterwards I went to Central Market. I also remember having a play list of music to get pumped up with during the break mid-test. I don’t remember any of the tracks, except for the song “Alive” by P.O.D.
My score ended up being pretty decent, in the 80th percentile. Unfortunately I had the bad luck of starting law school in 2002 (when many, many people also decided to go back to school), so my sub-par undergrad GPA limited my options. I ended up going to Oklahoma City University, a great law school in many ways, but insanely overpriced (I’m still paying for it 20+ years later with no hope in sight)
One other memory from this time — flying was very surreal so soon after 9-11. I remember that I wore some small peace button and got some dirty looks from other passengers. I’m not sure why I flew this time, because I normally either drove, took the train (which still had a smoking section in one of the cars in those days!) or Greyhound.