I didn't even make it one week before I was called on in International Politics to talk about Israel. Darn it. Oh well, I got through it with minimal blushing and flop sweat, and hopefully won't have to do it again for a week or so.
Sergio had a moot court assignment for Legal Writing. He had to argue a case in front of real Judges in a real court room. He did fine, I think. He didn't pass out, which is better than at least one guy last year, and even that person didn't fail. He seemed pleased with the whole thing overall.
After that we went out with most of his law class to a little place called Greek Cusina. Downstairs it is just a quiet hole-in-the-wall restaurant, but upstairs it was standing room only. There were belly dancers, greek musicians, heavy greek men yelling in broken English, and large groups breaking plates. I don't know how authentic this place was, maybe more of a stereotype, but it was fun. Sadly, we left after about 45 minutes because we have no time for fun. Drat!