I finished writing a 800 word opinion piece about judicial supremacy at 1:30 PM on Friday. Knowing that it was due at 2:05 PM and it was a 10 minute walk to the Law School, I hit print and stapled as fast as I could. At 1:55 I arrived at the law school to hand in my 3200 word answer to the Constitutional Law take-home test, stapled and everything.

I would have been there sooner, if the elevator in my building had not betrayed me. Having gotten on the 2nd elevator (of 3), I pushed one and it began to travel down. When it passed the first floor and went down the basement under its own power, I remember that yesterday this elevator had been broken. As the elevator failed to open but then began travelling back up the the 9th floor, I thought that perhaps it was still in some ways broken. I was on the phone with my friend Lyle at the time, and I just had to hang up to deal with the situation at hand, for you see, the elevator paused at the 9th floor, but began traveling back down without having opened. Here I was, with my test in my hand, and the elevator would not let me off on any floor. The other girl in the elevator and I played around with the buttons, I resisted the urge to hit the emergency stop, because that might have frozen it until the fire trucks got there. We pressed all the buttons, and nothing good happened. Finally, as we were traveling back down, we kept hitting the basement number plus the "door open" command, and for some reason, that worked. I do not know why, and I do not think that it would necessarily ever work again.

Having lost 8 minutes of my life going up and down in a crazy-vator. I moved swiftly, only having time to briefly pause to mock this exam with one of my fellow class-mates Liz. Having already taken it days before, I'm sure it was tough for her to not spoil the fact that the test question itself had 12 pages of background material regarding the history of the Hawaiian islands.

So, paper turned in at 2, I went out into the city with the luggage I had also carried to the law school. One stop in a convenience store and Burger King later, I was on the A train and swiftly moving to Penn Station. Nothing amazing happened there. I ate my food, I stood waiting for the Richmond bound train to pull into the station. Eventually it did, and I choose to sit in one of the cafe cars, since I could be guaranteed a space for my laptop. Otherwise it would have been a 4 hour train ride with only my walk-man and one mix tape to entertain me. I consumed food and drink, the people across from me played on a guitar, and nothing amazing happened.

I pulled into Union Station at 6:45, made my way to the Metro, and slowly made my way down to the Springfield stop. My dad was waiting there, and we made the trip back to Richmond with a single stop at Subway. We had elected to do such a pick up for two reasons. One, a chemical spill had ended all Amtrak operations between Richmond and DC. Having gotten this news while I was half-way through my take home, I was in no condition to make the best plan. And that brings us to part two, my father so hates DC traffic that we agreed it would be better if I used the Metro to take me as far south as possible. It took me about 55 minutes to make it down, but I think it saved everyone stress. Luckily, I had my walk-man, so I could pass the time.

I got home, and fell asleep. The next day I left for Williamsburg and Festivus. I eventually saw all three of the LoTR movies. Pretty good times all around. Also, I ate at the Mongolian Peking Buffet in Williamsburg, which is always nice. And now I am back in Richmond, (hence the dual meaning of my Title!) and will spend today Christmas shopping and trying not to get bored in Hanover. I imagine the 26-30th will be pretty boring if I don't try and contact people, so I may spent the rest of today figuring out who is around. There's no conclusion here, so I'll just trail off.