Hooper

Back to the real world, or so it is as I perceive it . . . .

For a few years now, I have been meandering cluelessly and flailing gracelessly through lawschool. I finally got the hang of it, and now I am purchasing a cap, gown and hood.

The fog has lifted. I understand the reasoning behind making an outline now. I grasp the benefit of casenotes and I know which professors mean what when they use the term "class participation." I now know which classes I should have taken last year, because they were not going to be offered this year.

I have climbed the mountain! . . . And now I think I wanna jump. Now I am looking at a few hundred dollars to graduate, $500.00 more to take the PA bar, then several hundred dollars to learn the law to take the bar exam. --But, wait . . . Didn't I just pay thousands of dollars and spend three years of my life in law school?!

And that is not the end of the frustration. The bar application is a mind-numbing journey into every residence I have occupied in the past five years, and every job I have ever held in the course of my lifetime. It is several joyless requests from every state I have lived in since I was 16 to get both my driving and criminal records. As I am a very boring person, these are essentially requests for evidence of nothing. I have never even been pulled over for for my worst offense of singing loudly and off-key in my car, nor have I ever had any other sort of run-in with the law. This application for the bar is 97 pages of minutiae and forgotten memories and attempts to contact supervisors who used to work at places that no longer exist, and whose last names I never knew, but have since been changed.

And . . . do not let me forget about finals, and studying for the upcoming ethics portion of the bar exam, and putting together my trials, and work and remembering to turn in applications for graduation. And then I need to find a job, and then there is the issue of where to live while studying for the bar, and then there is the laundry, and dishes, and when am I supposed to vacuum?!!!!

Okay, maybe as the fog lifted and I climbed the mountain, we managed to keep pace, and I am just as befuddled as ever. In any case, I had better get off this mountain top before Gravity and his crew figure out where I am.

Hooper Writings, Thoughts and Happenings I was born in the late 1970s. I grew up in West Virginia, went to five different schools for undergraduate in three different states, finishing at the University of Pittsburgh. I had obtained degrees in English Literature and Film Studies, and had satisfied or nearly satisfied requirements for a multitude of minors. Then, upon realizing that I would need a day job in order to be able to chase my dreams in these two fields, I chose to go to law school. I am out of law school now. I live in Pennsylvania now. To know the rest you'll have to read on a bit.
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Previous Entry :: Next Entry Read/Post Comments (0) Share on Facebook		2003-02-12 7:31 PM Foggy Mountain Breakdown Back to the real world, or so it is as I perceive it . . . . For a few years now, I have been meandering cluelessly and flailing gracelessly through lawschool. I finally got the hang of it, and now I am purchasing a cap, gown and hood. The fog has lifted. I understand the reasoning behind making an outline now. I grasp the benefit of casenotes and I know which professors mean what when they use the term "class participation." I now know which classes I should have taken last year, because they were not going to be offered this year. I have climbed the mountain! . . . And now I think I wanna jump. Now I am looking at a few hundred dollars to graduate, $500.00 more to take the PA bar, then several hundred dollars to learn the law to take the bar exam. --But, wait . . . Didn't I just pay thousands of dollars and spend three years of my life in law school?! And that is not the end of the frustration. The bar application is a mind-numbing journey into every residence I have occupied in the past five years, and every job I have ever held in the course of my lifetime. It is several joyless requests from every state I have lived in since I was 16 to get both my driving and criminal records. As I am a very boring person, these are essentially requests for evidence of nothing. I have never even been pulled over for for my worst offense of singing loudly and off-key in my car, nor have I ever had any other sort of run-in with the law. This application for the bar is 97 pages of minutiae and forgotten memories and attempts to contact supervisors who used to work at places that no longer exist, and whose last names I never knew, but have since been changed. And . . . do not let me forget about finals, and studying for the upcoming ethics portion of the bar exam, and putting together my trials, and work and remembering to turn in applications for graduation. And then I need to find a job, and then there is the issue of where to live while studying for the bar, and then there is the laundry, and dishes, and when am I supposed to vacuum?!!!! Okay, maybe as the fog lifted and I climbed the mountain, we managed to keep pace, and I am just as befuddled as ever. In any case, I had better get off this mountain top before Gravity and his crew figure out where I am. Read/Post Comments (0) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top