What's it like? The quick answer.
There's a Monty Python skit (genuises, the lot of them) wherein Michael Palin enters an establishment and proffers payment for the honor of having an argument. He follows the directions precisely but winds up in the room for abuse.
Ding!
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Tuesday, September 21, 2010
Monday, September 6, 2010
Things I Miss About Law School
Other than the mind-numbing, teeth-disintegrating stress.
● The sense of purpose.
● Always having too much reading or briefing to breathe, and just adoring it.
● Bounding out of bed at six in the morning with my stomach an absolute coil of barbed anxiety.
● Knowing my mother would never even consider driving four and a half hours to arrive unannounced.
● My wonderful, wonderful, beyond fabulous apartment. Completely adored that thing.
● The piano teacher Koreans who lived below me in said apartment. In my second bedroom (the art room) I could hear the students playing, and they always had some strange concoction wafting through the floorboards so I never felt alone.
● Taking a walk around the pond on the premises of said apartment at night, just meandering around and glancing in the windows, wondering what transpired within.
● The Plant Man at said apartment. This Neil Young doppleganger had an entire garage and apartment of plants.
● Tucking into the library or the Auditorium, all of us studying together alone.
● Happening upon a group of high-wire 1Ls and emitting some variant of loud noise. They ricochet like super balls.
● Listening to Sirius radio during the four-and-a-half hour drive to school every Sunday evening.
● The skydivers who soared right over the freeway roundabouts the three hour mark during warmer months.
● The ladies at the gym every morning, who decided to adopt me as a surrogate daughter and always inquired as to my progress.
● The guy at the coffee shop who would ask me every morning as I acquired four shots of espresso, “Are you an attorney yet?” When I shook my head he would shrug, “Keep trying.”
● Warmer, longer summers.
● The entire town essentially revolving around orange and blue.
● The cherry trees that lined the road leading to my parking spot at school.
● Studying at the arboretum, and taking breaks to watch the horticultural students investigate one thing or another.
● The sense of purpose.
● Always having too much reading or briefing to breathe, and just adoring it.
● Bounding out of bed at six in the morning with my stomach an absolute coil of barbed anxiety.
● Knowing my mother would never even consider driving four and a half hours to arrive unannounced.
● My wonderful, wonderful, beyond fabulous apartment. Completely adored that thing.
● The piano teacher Koreans who lived below me in said apartment. In my second bedroom (the art room) I could hear the students playing, and they always had some strange concoction wafting through the floorboards so I never felt alone.
● Taking a walk around the pond on the premises of said apartment at night, just meandering around and glancing in the windows, wondering what transpired within.
● The Plant Man at said apartment. This Neil Young doppleganger had an entire garage and apartment of plants.
● Tucking into the library or the Auditorium, all of us studying together alone.
● Happening upon a group of high-wire 1Ls and emitting some variant of loud noise. They ricochet like super balls.
● Listening to Sirius radio during the four-and-a-half hour drive to school every Sunday evening.
● The skydivers who soared right over the freeway roundabouts the three hour mark during warmer months.
● The ladies at the gym every morning, who decided to adopt me as a surrogate daughter and always inquired as to my progress.
● The guy at the coffee shop who would ask me every morning as I acquired four shots of espresso, “Are you an attorney yet?” When I shook my head he would shrug, “Keep trying.”
● Warmer, longer summers.
● The entire town essentially revolving around orange and blue.
● The cherry trees that lined the road leading to my parking spot at school.
● Studying at the arboretum, and taking breaks to watch the horticultural students investigate one thing or another.
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