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Because this was in law school, most people will likely not understand the issue or the point. Contract law is a required course; it is actually two required courses because you take the first half in one semester and the second half the next semester. The final exams in each semester were essay questions: a set of facts is given and you explain what the applicable law is. Understand: the instruction were to explain what the APPLICABLE law is.On one of my essay questions after the first semester, I received an inordinate point deduction. I reviewed my answer and was certain it was right so I requested an audience with the instructor who was also my instructor for the second semester. I asked what the reason for the deduction was. He explained that he made the deduction because I did not state in my answer that the UCC (Uniform Commercial Code) did not apply. Read that again: “I did not state . . . that the UCC . . DID NOT APPLY.” I forget what the fact pattern was, but it was clearly one in which the UCC did not apply so likely involved real estate. The UCC applies to transactions involving personal property (stuff you can move around) and not to transactions involving real estate (something you can’t really move from location to location).I argued that the UCC clearly did not apply and the exam instructions said to explain the law that did apply, not to explain the law that clearly did not apply. But he was a law professor and therefore god in his own mind, so he rejected my argument and said that you must always consider at first whether the UCC applies or not.About a week later in class, we happened to be studying the issue of surrogate parenting and how contracts were formed for such situations and whether they were or were not enforced depending on the various states, how consideration (payment for the surrogate’s services) are handled, potential breaches and remedies when the surrogate mother refuses to release the child to the expectant parents, etc. So naturally, I raised my hand to ask a question: “So does the UCC apply? And if not, then why not?”You should have seen the glare on his face. And he never answered the question.

While going through the rest of the answers I found that most of them stated the rules that are idealistic and very complicated to implement. I'm going to divide my answers into different fields where I feel that a lot needs to be done.EducationA. Primary(i) The foundation of the education are teachers and the quality of teachers that we have today in government schools is simply pathetic (not all but the ones constantly highlighted in surprise visits by DM and media). The present system will be abolished and there will be only one centralized exam like NEET and JEE after which the qualified candidates will have to undergo an year of training. Then they will be assigned state cadres by the Chairman of the Teaching Commission.(ii) Increment in the Education budget by making 6% of GDP spent on education. How it can be managed will be clear in the upcoming points.(iii) A single Education board will prevail throughout the country that will form a new curriculum. The state boards will continue to exist but as the state branches of the Board. This will bring uniformity in the curriculum without interfering much in the regional knowledge that needs to be imparted to students of a particular state.(iv) Every student throughout during his schooling will have to take two exams of language other than English and his/her mother tongue. One exam will take place after 8th grade and the second one during 12th. For this the Education Board will introduce regional language classes. Hence, on completion of schooling the student will be fluent in two regional languages other than English and his/her mother tongue.B. Higher Education(i) Central Universities to be constructed in each state. Universities like DU experience a huge influx from all over the country and even after that only 0.002% of students are able to get admissions in the university. By making more of such universities, students will get quality education within their states and also more and more teachers can be appointed. That'll give boost to the ad-hoc and non permanent teachers in the present centralized universities.(ii) Revival of the Vedic and other culture-based universities and patronizing them.(iii) Construction of new sports and arts specific universities.(iv) Regulating the course fee for all the colleges so that there is uniformity throughout the country for fee of a specific course in government universities.2. Health(i) Subsidised sex reassignment surgery in government hospitals.(ii) Government assistance to inventors and scientist for making plastic use productive.(iii) Transformation of slums into symbiotic biome with basic amenities being provided by the govt. Waste management techniques to be taught to people and rewarding them for its success.(iv) Immediate sacking of the the CMO if the hospital doesn't stand up to the requirements during quality checking. The equipments and apparatuses will be bought from the salaries of the associated officers of the hospital. A Health Investigation Agency will be formed for the same which will work in collaboration with the DMs.3. Finance(i) Agriculturalists will be liable to pay income tax if their income comes under the present slabs. Agriculture employs 50% of Indians and contributes 17–18% of our GDP. Hence we'll be bringing our biggest taxpayer profession back to taxation system. This will to some extent reduce the disparity between rich and poor farmers.(ii) Special loans will be given to individuals indulging in business of local handicrafts and arts. They will be exempted from paying the interest. Same will be applicable for student entrepreneurs.4. Social and Political(i) Uniform Civil Code will be implemented from immediate effect. Under UCC “Two Child Policy” will be effective. Any couple having a third child 9 months after the announcement of the rule will be stripped off their govt allowances and beneficiary schemes.(ii) It will be mandatory for sitting MPs and MLAs to submit their expenditure of MP/MLA fund to the Election Commission which will then be disclosed to the public.(iii) Expenses made by ministers on guest refreshments, luxuries and unofficial travels will be considered as personal expenditure and will be deducted from their salaries.(iv) Mandatory for all buildings(Residential or Commercial with adequate space) to have rainwater/waste water harvesting system and rooftop/vertical gardens. Failure to do so will result in a monthly sustainability bill with slabs according to income.(v) A MoU will be signed by the contractor before construction of roads that if road suffer any damage within 5 years of construction, it will be repaired without further expenditure from the government.Thats all for now. I'll add more points in future.I've left some areas becauae the present laws are good and need to be strengthened. That can only be done by civic awareness and sense without which no person can bring changes. Also some reforms are under the jurisdiction of other institutions hence they'll have to take the initiative.Comments are welcome!!!!Happy Reading!!!!

I don’t want to write this answer, but starting with a 3 in the morning encounter with Jobour’s answer, a little demon has been nagging me. I must tell a story. To tell one’s story helps one to find meaning in the things that have happened. This is the story of how I went from being a promising student of philosophy to the kind of clown that Kierkegaard or Philip Roth would write a story about. This is my deepest existential crisis.Some background: I did really well in school up until high school, and I did okay up until my senior year when I barely passed with a 1.0 average. I was a shy reclusive loner the first three years of school, and I was on the receiving end of some bullying. When we moved before my senior year I decided that I was not going to be the kind of kid who was bullied anymore. I decided to live a purposefully inauthentic life.Life becomes much more clear after high school, and time quickly erodes the rigid masks we have constructed for ourselves. I really found myself for the first time living the married life and working construction. Until I hurt my shoulder skateboarding. I should have seen a doctor. I couldn’t work, and my parents promised to help help with expenses if I went back to school.I absolutely loved community college. I have never felt so at home in a social setting, I was never so cool, I was never so confident. It was hard, however, to get any information on my goal for being there: I wanted to be a shop teacher. But every time I asked about becoming a shop teacher, or even mentioned that this was my goal I was dissuaded.“You are not a shop teacher” my first English teacher told me “you are a professor, probably of philosophy.” At first, I would smile on the outside, and be irritated on the inside, until it started sink in. This goal that became my dream came from the outside. I did not really believe it until I finally took my first philosophy class. Guess what the professor told me when I said I was at school to be a shop teacher? I believed it, not out of reflective self-knowledge, or confidence in my own ability, but out of doubt of myself and my chosen direction. I believed it because I was told.Further evidence that my appropriation of the new dream of becoming a professor of philosophy was inauthentic appropriation is that I left the final decision of which path to take up to the fates. Or rather, up to the selection board at Colorado College, a small private college in Colorado Springs that usually offered one broke local a year from the community college a full ride scholarship. I applied to Colorado College with the determination that if accepted I would study philosophy and pursue grad school, otherwise I would go to UCCS and study education, with the hopes that someone there would have information on the feasibility of being a shop teacher in this day and age.Getting that scholarship was one of the greatest moments of my life. I felt as if the total amount of the scholarship, $80,000, was written out to me as a personal check. The reason in the bottom left said: because he is great! I used this external affirmation to quiet my doubts. I don’t have time for doubts anymore; I have read Nietzsche, I know about being strong willed and about forging for yourself a destiny!Colorado College was very difficult to adjust to. I was closer to the age of some of my professors than most of my fellow students, and the campus was filled with students who could afford a $40,000 semester, with a couple of poor students sprinkled in to provide diversity for them. The student body collectively hated the local “townies”. Finally, the block plan is intense with one class at a time for five weeks.I struggled, it was hard but I was determined; and I excelled! Still, I was convinced that my education was deficient, that my time at community college had not prepared me as well as these students’ time at Colorado College had. If only I had known that my two favorite professors had joked together about sending all the students to community college to learn how to write, I probably would have not been possessed of so much anxiety and worry. But I did not find that out until a graduation party for departing philosophy students.I did eventually start being referred to as a genius by other students, which made me wildly uncomfortable. I felt like I was barely hanging on, white knuckling it the whole way. Occasionally, my strenght of will would wane, and I would question my ability to do what I set out to do, I even began to question the authenticity of my dream.I approached my favorite professor during office hours and asked him pointed questions about Heidegger and authenticity. He could tell the questions weren’t really about Heidegger at all.“Why do you think that Heidegger speaks of authenticity, or Kierkegaard speaks of despair? Is it because they have these issues completely worked out, completely handled? Or is it because it is at issue for them?”He then said something along the lines of “All appropriation is at first inauthentic appropriation, it only later becomes authentic. Why is it that to leap straight into the pose is the hardest thing for a dancer to do? The leap itself is always inauthentic.” He reassured me by telling me that he believed in my ability to excel at graduate school and become a successful professor of philosophy. Once again, I let my own self-knowledge and doubts be quieted by external assurance.Graduating Colorado College, and leaving the block schedule, was perhaps even more difficult than getting into it. I had begun to rely on the rigid structure and the breakneck pace. I had been forced to delay applications to grad school for personal reasons, and I threw myself 100% into preparing. And then, once again, I waited for someone else to decide my future. Four excruciating months I waited. The letter from the University of Oregon came much too fast, I knew before I opened it that it was a notification of rejection. A couple weeks later I opened a letter form University of Hawaii and one University of Missouri with guarded hope. And when I finally received a letter from my first choice school, University of New Mexico, I was almost too frightened to open it. I did not want my hope dashed for another full year.I was accepted!Up until that point I had spent my time creating annotations of books I had intended to use as research. I had summarized every argument, and every movement from most of the works written by Hannah Arendt and by Michel Foucault - I still have partial printed versions of these somewhere. I had quotes from Nietzsche organized and annotated. I had a crazy amount of research just lined up, and I was not ready to write just yet. Then, knowing I was going to study under a Heidegger scholar, I decided, I should do the same thing for Heidegger. Let's annotate some works, collect great quotes, and then, with research prepared on Nietzsche, Heidegger, Arendt, and Foucault, I can really say something.I began to read all the Heidegger I could find. I started with the works I had read in class, then I cleaned out a going out business bookstore, and just picked up random works by Heidegger. And, the more I read the more confused I became. I could not write one single thing down about Heidegger or what he was saying, because I just ended up caught in a hermeneutic feedback loop, repeating words that I don’t quite understand without relation to other words.Then one night I had a dream. There was no visual component to this dream, instead I dreamed the kind of hermeneutic feedback loop of Heideggerian neologism that had so confused me during the day. I also had a dream about a zombie apocalypse, that was also about Heidegger, but I don’t remember much of that anymore. I woke up, and lo and behold, I understood all those terms, how they related, and what really was being talked about. I entered a new comportment toward reality, I also, as it were, lost my tongue in those foreign lands. I thought, okay, I understand these words, now I can write something. I could not have been more wrong.Now when I went to write at all, I was painfully aware of all there was to say, all that was said in ordinary speech and all that was constantly concealed. How does one even start talking when there is so much to say. I just kept reading and reading, not even trying to annotate any longer, just reading and waiting for those moments of inspiration where you reach into the ground of Being, truth is concealed and Zeus himself speaks. Einsblick, the inflashing. Somewhere along the way I completely forgot that I was a student of philosophy, and an insecure one at that, and began to use all the times I was called a genius to convince myself that I was destined to be as great a philosopher as Heidegger and Nietzsche. Of course, I would not have said that this was the case, but, I had not yet realized that it was indeed the case.Leaving the historic mountain cottage that had been our home for the past 10 years was very difficult, and it was made especially difficult by the fact that on the morning we were leaving I drove the U-haul into a small, sharp rock, and we had to stay for an extra few days while mechanics fixed the axle. My will to set out to do what I was about to do faltered in those few days. I was ready to leave home, and now, I do not want to.It was with broken heart and somewhat without my mind that I arrived in Albequerque. Still, the first few weeks before school was a lot of fun. My wife and I would set out to explore some new part of town, and we started to believe we would like it there.I had my first realization that not everything was hunky dory when we drove up to Trinidad Colorado to meet some friends for a skate jam. I ended up sitting by myself in a diner while my wife ran to get cash from the closest ATM when John Denver started playing on the radio. “Country roads, take me home, to the place, where I belong!” It was all I could do to keep from breaking down in tears.When we got back to Albequerque I decided that New Mexico was just greyer than Colorado. I have gone back to ABQ several times since, it is not more grey. It was around this time that my dreams became the same dreams I used to have in high school: I am inside a very crowded hall, I am not sure where I am going, but I know I need to get to class, and guess what, no pants. I also found myself occasionally acting like the seventeen year old kid I used to be. I found myself acting out, being mad, opposing myself to my professors. I couldn’t focus during my Kant seminars at six o’clock at night, everything that came out of my mouth was worse than non-sense. I would think to myself, in my head I can understand it, but this understanding does not extend to me being able to speak, at all.And the class on Heidegger: Technology vs Poetry, which focused on Holderlin’s poetry, really pushed me over the edge. In this class, my beloved Nietzsche was a constant target of derision, and I didn’t understand how Heidegger could say the things he said about Nietzsche. And, I wanted to show my professor that he was wrong. The professor would go on and on about death and change, only to finish by saying, Heidegger stopped talking about this kind of stuff when so many of his students began to have nervous breakdowns.One of the few times I said, okay wifey let me put down this book and spend time with you, we drove up into the mountains. The highest point in the Sandia Peaks was about the same elevation as my former home in Colorado, there I saw aspen trees in fall colors, and ponderosa pines, and I felt like I had momentarily returned home. I sat down on a log and cried. My wife sat next to me in silence, for what seemed like an eternity.After that, I began to have suicidal thoughts. I kept fantasizing about returning to the top of the Sandias and throwing myself off. That is ridiculous, I told myself, here you are living out your dream and you are thinking about suicide. That is ridiculous, I have a wife who loves me and whom I love. That is ridiculous, if anything, I would return home to friends who love me, to all the familiar and comfortable sights. And finally, I looked to the mountain I fantasized about throwing myself off, and I realized the content of this obsessive thought. I don’t want to kill myself, I want to abandon this path and return home.And all my willfulness, and ego, and self-deception became apparent. And I stewed in this self-realization for a few weeks, maybe just a few days, before I had to make a decision. I decided to return home, and I thought, there I will find myself again, my heart will be mended, and I will find my mind right where I left it, next to the Colorado Rockies.I remember seeing Pikes Peak again for the first time, I could not believe how large it was, it pierced the sky, and I thought “there I am, here I am, I am home.”Funny thing about leaving home, is that you can’t go back. Even just a few months later it is no longer home and you are no longer the same person who was at home there. It is like the river that no man may step into twice. One does not simply come home again, one has to become at home again, and having abandoned my dream, having let my will for the future be so defeated, becoming home again has been a long and difficult process. At times all the learning I have done has been pointed against myself, without an outlet, and with so much rage.I do now own a home, I am still married by the way, and together we have made this home our own. I have no dreams for the future anymore, I just live to love my wife, and to skateboard, and to push the skateboard scene in Colorado Springs as hard as I can. It is simple, and in this life I can be authentically who I am. I no longer have to convince myself that I am capital G Great to quiet the discontent that says I will never be good enough.It has taken me this long to deal with the fallout from my decision to leave graduate school and abandon my dream of becoming a philosophy professor. To de cide is to cut away possibilities, to make irreparable changes in history, even one’s own personal history. Death is transformation of self that we face all the time, and sometimes we need to actively engage ourselves in death in order to move forward in life. In some ways, I did jump off that cliff, but truth be told, I felt like I was falling the moment I arrived in Albequerque, and the whole time I was there. I was only finally able to hit the ground.I hear a voice in the morning as she calls me.Now, come fire, Eager are we to see the day.