Dinner with 1/3 of the Holy Trinity

Tomorrow evening is the annual Law Review Banquet, and I have just been informed that 1/3 of the Holy Trinity will be seated at our table.

As many of you know, I have annointed three of the law school professors as my “Holy Trinity of Cool and Worshipable”: (1) Laura Dooley, (2) JoEllen Lind, and (3) Rosalie Levinson. They’re all intimidatingly intelligent, beautiful, well-spoken, accomplished, and confident, and I have had the privilege of taking at least one class from each.

Why are they the “Holy Trinity?” Well, a lot of kids grow up with heroes like Superman, or (god help us) Chuck Norris. Not I–my heroes tended to be the people I knew that I thought were the bee’s knees, who inspired me and made me want to be “just like them when I grow I up.”

Nowadays, that hasn’t really changed. The people I look up to are people I know from every day life–and are usually people that scare me, just a little bit, because I so respect their intelligence and accomplishments.

The Law School Holy Trinity fits that bill. And I just got word that 1/3 of that Trinity–Professor Levinson and her husband–are going to be sitting at our table tomorrow at the banquet.

Holy moly. I am soooooo excited.

Is it half-past dorky to get this excited about getting to eat with one of your professors? Yeah, probably. Then again, after nearly 3 decades of being terminally uncool (TM Almost Famous), “dorky” means very little to me now.

How cool. It’s good that no more than just 1 of the 3 professors is sitting with us, because I’m pretty sure I’d go all Tiger Beat uber-fan on them, and pass out, immediately after babbling about how cool and awesome and rad I think they are. Meh. It’d be worth it.

(Plus I’m not sure that all three of them can be in that close proximity to one another for the length of a dinner. I bet it’d be like the Ghostbusters crossing their ray-gun streams–like, the universe would turn inside or something.)