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Sam is a 3L from New Bedford, Massachusetts. After graduating from the University of Massachusetts at Amherst with a degree in Economics, she worked at Panera Bread for a year. Sam came to law school as the result of a crippling addiction to television crime procedurals. She has since...



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Posted by Sam Clarke
09/16/2013 at 01:45 AM
It’s fun to be at the Y-M-C-A! When I was a kid, nothing beat summer. I got lucky because my dad worked at the local Y camp during the months he had off from teaching, so every summer I’d shoot arrows, swim in the ocean, and rack up an impressive number of mosquito bites at Camp Massasoit. (Also known as Camp Messy-Toilet, not to be confused with Camp Metacomet, or Make-You-Vomit, a subtle but important distinction not lost on a ten-year-old.) It was jarring to lose those three months of freedom to play when I started law school. Perhaps it was more jarring to walk into class 2L year still so...
Posted by Sam Clarke
02/18/2013 at 01:49 AM
Do you hear stories about the “Socratic Method”? The classic technique of teaching used in law schools across the country? Do you want to know what it’s really like? You could read about the Socratic Method on Wikipedia. Actually, that article is kind of confusing. Or you could read this, which is often what it ends up looking like.   ***   Class is about to start. I settle into my seat and shuffle through papers nervously.   “Who else hasn’t he called on?” I mutter to Allison. She gives a tiny shrug but her eyes stay on the professor. I start running through a mental list…...
Posted by Sam Clarke
01/09/2013 at 03:57 PM
A lot of people ask what a typical day is like for a law student.  What follows is a fictional, but highly representative typical school day for me.  It is absolutely riveting.   7:00 a.m.         Alarm goes off. 7:27 a.m.         I crawl out of bed. 7:35 a.m.         Quick stop at Bristol Bagel Works for coffee and breakfast to go.  Alicia, who works behind the counter, asks me if I just rolled out of bed.  I mutter something incoherent at her. 7:46 a.m. ...