Phantom text book syndrome

Posted by Hala Furst on 10/07/2007 at 12:00 AM

So, this weekend I took off for 36 hours to New York City to see a friend and celebrate her birthday. What’s great about Bristol is that it is small and quiet, which is conducive to studying, but within 20 minutes you can be in Providence, and from there you are a 3 hour train ride to NYC, or a 1 hour train ride to Boston.

Lies you tell yourself

Posted by Hala Furst on 09/30/2007 at 12:00 AM

Like, you’ll be able to finish two days worth of work in a Sunday afternoon. Remember back when I said that I was taking off Friday nights and all day Saturday? Yeah, that’s not happening anymore, and not just because my fellow students keep calling me out on it. Mostly because it’s just not possible. Now, I know what you prospective 1Ls are thinking: “OMG I CANNOT FUNCTION WITHOUT A WEEKEND!!!”. First of all, stop using all caps. It’s annoying. Second of all, yes you can.

Law Dork

Posted by Hala Furst on 09/24/2007 at 12:00 AM

I’m not going to lie. I’m a law dork. A Lawrk if you will.  Being a law dork means a variety of things. It might mean that I wish the cast of the West Wing actually ran our country and that Josh Lyman was my boyfriend. It might mean that I make jokes with my friends about food with legal plays-on-words (like Tort-ellini… get it? HAHAHAHA).

Deep Breaths

Posted by Hala Furst on 09/16/2007 at 12:00 AM

It’s about 6:30pm on a Sunday, and I’ve been studying since approximately 11am. I still have another 20 pages and two cases to brief for Contracts, and then I’ll still have my 4-Case Analysis due on Tuesday. One of the tricks to keeping yourself from going crazy in law school is keeping ahead of the wave, as I like to think of it. There is little time to celebrate finishing your work for Monday, because there is always Tuesday, and Wednesday, and so on and so on. So you have to keep swimming just on the crest of the wave of work, to keep from being crushed.

Month One

Posted by Hala Furst on 09/14/2007 at 12:00 AM

As the first month of the rest of my life is winding to a close, I find myself feeling as though I’ve been a 1L for much, much longer. I walk into the cafeteria to be greeted by old friends; I enter the library and take comfort in familiar surroundings. I just moved to Bristol from Minnesota, so on top of the stress of being a first year law student, I’ve got the added fun of trying to figure out where to buy my groceries, do my laundry, get my gas, and generally function in a completely different part of the world.