How long do you give yourself in the law profession before you burn out?
My gut reaction to this was “8 months”, which is just depressing. In true law school form, however, the answer is probably “it depends” and it really depends on what you mean by the question.
I’m going to be working in litigation this summer at a large firm in NYC and I really have no idea what that’s like. I might love it. More likely, though, I won’t enjoy the mindless work and the 70 hour weeks. Hopefully, I’ll stick it out long enough to pay off my loans (2-3 years) and then move to something at a smaller firm where I have more control over my hours and my work. I fully expect to burn out of that first job pretty quickly, but not completely out of the profession.
I know that this is the expectation of everyone who enters “Biglaw”, but we’ll see how it goes. I hope that I can find something within the profession that I’ll enjoy for the foreseeable future in the next few years.
Is is true that you're working at a personal injury firm this summer?
Not technically, but close. I’m working at a Social Security Disability firm (http://www.binderandbinder.com/). It’s where the money is. Does your firm have an 800 number that spells its name? Didn’t think so.
I should have predicted how effortlessly I would transition from being obsessed with basketball shoes between the ages of 8 and 18 to being obsessed with work shoes when I got a real job. Now, instead of running to the mailbox daily to see if the latest edition of Eastbay came, I log onto Gilt daily at noon. Instead of standing in Footlocker staring at Jordan XIs, I sit on Nordstrom’s website and stare at Bruno Maglis. I remember how ridiculous it seemed, on my $7/hour refereeing salary, that Jordans cost $120. Now that I’m in line for a slight pay raise from my refereeing days, I’m astonished that a pair of shoes can cost $1000.
But hey, the next time they retro the original colorway of those Jordan XIs - still the most beautiful shoe I’ve ever seen - I will definitely be buying a pair.
What I saw and experienced at JiM both enraged and disturbed me. I had trouble staying in character as I watched one man, as part of his therapy, act out beating his father to death with a baseball bat — just one of several “Are you kidding?” moments. How anyone could believe that a JiM weekend could turn a man straight still baffles me.
“It was the first time in my life I had a felt another man’s erection.”
“Hipster irony in dress would most likely be misinterpreted in Chinese society as simple poverty or weirdness.”—Juanjuan Wu. Sometimes I wish I lived in China. Also I’d be a giant there, which would be awesome.
Our law library has two group study rooms. They are the only places in the library where you can have a discussion at normal volume. The purpose of this post, however, is not to get into an extended discussion about how stupid it is to have two group study rooms for 1100 students (it would actually be a short discussion, cause it’s really fucking stupid), but to complain about the nature of law students.
The mechanism for reserving these study rooms moved online this year. I looked at it for the first time just now, hoping to reserve a time for my roommates and I to go over a sample exam for the class we share at some point in the next few days. For demonstrative purposes, this is what the screen looked like for this upcoming Saturday:
The dark grey boxes are, of course, times that the rooms are already reserved. Since the two rooms are only available for a combined 3.5 out of 32 hours on a FUCKING SATURDAY, you can imagine what they look like for the rest of the week.
In just two years, he has demolished the 100-meter dash world records with times that are superhuman — literally thirty years ahead of what they historically should be. So what if the greatest athlete alive decided to actually get serious?
I’ve said it since the 2008 Olympics ended: Usain Bolt is a better athlete than Michael Phelps and what he did was much, much more impressive.
Last night was Law School Prom. I experienced a number of foot-in-mouth moments, but this was easily my favorite. One of my roommates and a friend of ours were discussing how their ties were the inverse of each other (both Repp Stripe, one pink with navy stripes, one navy with pink stripes). Then this.
Roommate:Our outfits are almost the inverse of each other.
Friend:If only I was wearing a black shirt.
Me:Thank God you're not. Black dress shirts are hideous.
Female Friend:You mean like my boyfriend's?
Me:Ha. Oh. Well. Not with that tie combo. That looks great.
I’m taking two small classes this semester, one that is philosophy-based and one that focuses on corporate litigation. The corporate law seminar is two hours long: one hour of the Professor talking to us about what we read, and the other hour occupied by either a guest speaker or student presentations. During the guest speaker or student presentation, I don’t pay attention. There’s no final, there are no quizzes, and my Professor joins us in the audience and sits behind me, so there’s no reason to listen.
Yesterday, a girl was starting her presentation on shareholder suits in Japan, and I was beginning to space out. Then I heard her say my name and I snapped to attention. She continued on with her question: “As we all know, a shareholder derivative suit is what?”
Now, for those of you not familiar with corporate litigation, this is literally the easiest question that she could have possibly asked me with respect to the subject. The prerequisite for the seminar spends a ton of time on derivative suits and we spent perhaps the first month of the seminar discussing them. It’s the equivalent of being in a Calculus class and having someone ask you what 2+2 is.
I replied, “Ha. Well. Uh…It’s when shareholders feel wronged by a Corporation, and sue.”
That isn’t necessarily a wrong answer, but it’s certainly a terrible one. It’s like saying that World War II was “sometime in the 20th Century”.
My Professor said, from behind me, “Well that’s a D minus answer.”
The last time a team won an NCAA title without beating a #1 seed or a #2 seed on the way was UNLV in 1990. Sure, WVU was a two seed, but they were missing their starting point guard for the whole game and their leading scorer for most of it. Garbage.
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“Even if college coaching doesn’t have much impact on players’ NBA potential, some schools (such as the University of Connecticut) have still been demonstrably better than Duke at churning out pro talent.”—Slate
When making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich not intended for immediate consumption, spread peanut butter on the inside of both slices of bread. Then, add the jelly on top of the peanut butter. The peanut butter buffer will prevent the jelly from making the bread soggy.
A few days ago someone (I suspect a roommate, but none will fess up) went on my computer and changed my little brother’s gchat name to that of a law student that I know well enough to not question his presence on my GChat list but not well enough to ever talk to.
I talk to my little brother almost every day, so the last few times my little brother has GChatted me, I’ve been incredibly confused as to why this guy I barely know was asking me questions about where I’m living in NYC this summer and when I’ll be there so we can hang out.
I finally figured it out today when he told me I had to get a cat for my apartment this summer so I could get a Kitty Wig.
Whoever did it, I applaud you. It was a great prank.