SF Cable Cars

 Paintings by Christopher Clark - the first one is a perfect depiction of how I remember my first several cable car rides. 

My first semester of law school took a pretty serious toll on my complexion, and after a few weeks I had scheduled an appointment with a dermatologist near Union Square. I had to visit once a month for checkups, and then be across the city for my 9:00 am classes. While I don’t miss the acne, or having them steal my blood (to monitor liver function, etc.), I do miss the early-morning cable car. I would arrive just as the sun was rising, and spend ten minutes riding through San Francisco, just me and the cable car conductors. And I don’t care how touristy or slow or kitchy they are, I love them. They remind me of what it felt like to move here, and I feel so unspeakably lucky to be in such a beautiful place.

britt

To the Class of 2013,

the view from where I study in the library

To My Colleagues (One of my professors this semester is British, and he says “colleagues” all the time. It sounds real legit in a British accent.)

I heard people were mean in law school. “They might be nice enough, sure,” they said, “but when push comes to shove they’ll let you drown in the Ocean of the Truth of the Matter Asserted mumbling something about never owing you a duty in the first place.” But on the first week of my last year of law school I hugged at least a hundred people, and when Aly saved me a seat in Federal Income Tax there was a note signed, “a gorilla” at my desk. I thought I didn’t want to go back to school this semester, but it’s been three weeks, and I was wrong. I am so happy to be back, studying, agonizing, learning with you guys.

 Love,

Ms. Perry