Pictures.

Until the end of finals, that's all I've got.

Pink Ponies

What everyone expects to see in their neighborhood.

Poor Pups

Before



During





After

The men in my life.

Freedom - better quality

Gotta love George ------- Michael that is.

The Crapper

I often wonder what the f**k I'm doing at LSU Law School. It started first semester when I realized that to a large number of folks, I was an outsider they didn't care to meet because I dressed differently, didn't have long straight hair, and didn't wear pearl earrings. I'm sure my failure to join a sororiety didn't help matters either.

Then, during my second year, when I was serving as the secretary of the Black Law Students Association (BLSA), Jacob Gardner, our Student Body President (SBA), f'ed up and accidently cc'ed the BLSA Parlimentarian on an racially-offensive email entitled "Ghetto Spelling Bee." Gardner enjoyed the email, and must have assummed the intended/not accidental recipients, his compadres on the SBA board, would too, because he freely added two off-color comments to the message. First, he noted that his favorite word from the "Ghetto Spelling Bee" was #2, an ebonics rendering of the word dictate. According to the email, LeRoy remembers the word dictate by saying "my girlfriend says my dictate good." But, Gardner didn't stop there. Irritated because of a BLSA request that the SBA post the minutes of their meetings -- to both inform students, you know their constituents, of SBA's upcoming events, as well as to ensure that BLSA didn't schedule a conflicting program -- Gardner also suggested he should post the "Ghetto Spelling Bee" on the bulletin boards "BLSA keeps busting my ass about."

After we, the board of BLSA, expressed our feelings on the matter Gardner refused to apologize. The Chancellor wanted to amicably settle the ordeal, so he scheduled a meeting of all parties. BLSA hoped to work with Gardner and to seize this opportunity to begin much needed discourse on diversity around the Law Center. But rather than being conciliatory, Gardner launched personal attacks and defended his position as staunchly as he would if a billion dollar client were on the line. The best evidence offered as proof that his comments weren't intentionally offensive was none other than the old "my best friend is Indian" crock. The meeting was a disaster. Quickly it became clear to everyone in the room, except Gardner of course, that he was incapable of fairly representing a diverse student body.

At that night's SBA meeting, several non-BLSA students asked Gardner to apologize. He refused. After incessant badgering, Gardner relented some, and said he was sorry if BLSA's feelings were hurt. That's it.

Many students rallied around Mr. Gardner. They claimed BLSA was on a "witch hunt," and Ghetto Spelling Bee - a play on ebonics starring Leroy, an inner-city 20-year old 5th grader - wasn't about African American folks at all. Hard to believe huh? Check out Parochial Petition
for proof and other titilating comments.

So today, approximately a year after the "Ghetto Spelling Bee" incident, several students took offense, not to last year's incident, but to the poster (see pic above) I made for a Necessities Drive. The drive is sponsored by the Public Interest Law Society, and the goal is to collect toiletries for underprivileged folks. Toilet ----> toiletries. Get it? I know you do. Perhaps not as clever as I initially thought, but still, all you anal retentive freaks out there, well I think a trip to the crapper may help them loosen things up a bit.

Red and Blue Families

My parents and I hold vastly different political beliefs. After enduring mass amounts of liberal-bashing emails, I requested that they remove me from their list of mass-email receiptients. Initially, the messages kept coming, and for a while I just deleted them from my inbox. But then, I became frustrated and requested once more to be taken off the list. For the most part this second request was heeded, and except for the sporatic fox news-esque email that was somehow directed my way, all was good. Enter yesterday. The last week of politics, especially the Kerry non-incident incident, left me rather livid. So when the message "A Marine Responds back to John Kerry" appeared in my inbox, this was my response:

"I don't think anyone, especially a war veteran like John Kerry, believes our troops are stupid. He botched a joke, that although in bad taste, aimed to poke fun at the President's intelligence and the situation he's gotten us into in Iraq, not the troops serving abroad. If anyone wants to criticize Kerry, do it b/c he is spineless. How does one allow the Republican party --- led by Dick Cheney (dodged Vietnam 5 times), Karl Rove (escaped serving in Vietnam for 3 years b/c of student deferments), and the President (well we all know that story) --- to question one's integrity on an issue like serving our nation, when you (not them) wore the uniform and served our country. It's simply amazing.

Criticize him all you want, in the mean time, I'll just pray that the Democrats find someone with a backbone to assume leadership in 2008. I want someone who will stand up and challenge the Republicans as they should. Enough with the hypocrites; start the search now my fellow Democrats."

To her credit, my mother responded saying she was happy I had a mind of my own. Truthfully, I've often wondered if the converse was true, so today I'm smiling.