I'm not an honour student. I'm not on Law Review. I'm a regular joe schmoe. Well, I'm a regular law student, at least. I didn't graduate from high school. I spent five years at a community college. When I transferred to the University of California for undergrad, I majored in Philosophy, with a...
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Three Weeks In
I'm sitting here contemplating my position on the first day of the fourth week of my 2nd year; the day after labour day.
Although one semester seems like a long time, and two is twice as long, law school goes by fast. I already need to be planning for summer internships and it's barely even September! I didn't intern last summer since I went on the London Study Abroad trip and needed at least some time for my wife (i.e., to travel to visit the in-laws). So, I'm feeling a bit pressured as to what to do with my 2nd (and last) summer of law school.
The coursework itself, however, is much more manageable this time around. Only one of my professors seems to want to "make sure" that a student never comes unprepared twice. (First year, all my professors seemed to go out of their way to impress upon us the importance of being prepared.) Combined with the fact that we're mostly all still smarting from last year's emphasis on preparedness and it means for a more fluid lecture. The professors seem to sense this, and so when a student isn't prepared, they're much more willing to give him/her the benefit of the doubt and move on to another (victim) student.
Don't be confused, though: I have hundreds of pages to read every single day. That's not really as scary as it sounds, but it's nothing to sneeze at. Speaking of reading, I've got some to go do.