So, the law is a judging profession. You are constantly balancing pros and cons, thinking about both sides of an issue, and utlimately deciding what the strongest argument is. This starts to bleed into your everyday life, in seemingly insignifigant ways at first, and then begins to rear it’s ugly head in ways that are less easy to ignore. For instance, I am currently studying for finals at a local establishment and while everyone around me is perfectly lovely, I am beginning to hear logical fallacies in what they are saying, and it’s killing me.
Ok, I have several things I want to cover in this blog post:
Some days at Roger Williams University School of Law feel a little bit like a return to high school. We have a cafeteria, there are sections, and everyone knows everyone, meaning teachers and your peers. I will be honest, if you want to be anonymous and feel like a number, then RWU is not the school for you. For the most part it is pretty funny, the comparisons with high school, mostly because we are all pretty smart and somewhat geeky in our own little ways, and we’re all over the age of majority.
It’s a day late and a few paragraphs short, but hey, I’m still recouperating from Le Memo. Which, coincidentally, I have decided will be my halloween costume. Because it’s wicked scary.
In the first semester of your first year, you will be assigned a Memo in your Legal Methods class. Start working on it now.
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.
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.
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).
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.