Tuesday, May 29, 2007

To New Beginnings

I couldn't put it any better, than the final post of a blog I used to read:

There’s nothing funny about law school.

There’s nothing funny about eating at Subway 8 times a week, but only showering once.

There’s nothing funny about being called on unprepared and falling on your face in front of 120 classmates. And even less that’s funny about being called on when you’re prepared, only to fail anyway.

There’s probably nothing funny about six-figure student loan debt. Though, if you think about it, seven-figure student loan debt would be pretty hilarious. But there’s definitely nothing funny about having your whole night ruined by an improperly italicized em-dash. Or period. Or space. And there’s nothing funny about spending your whole life studying and taking tests only to then take a test that will allow you to spend three more years studying and taking tests, after which, as a reward, you get to study for and take the stupidest test in the history of tests.

No, looking back at it, there really wasn’t much of anything funny about law school.

It's in this line of thought that I'm starting this blog. I don't plan on being half as witty as Buffalo Wings & Vodka, but hopefully I'll still be worth a read every once in a while as I chronicle the life of a law school graduate studying for the dreaded bar exam.

Today was the first day of bar prep class. Chaos ensued. I showed up 30 minutes early but without my entrance badge. Luckily the woman running the class recognized me and remembered my payment. Several showed up without books; oppositely, one guy showed up with his entire box of books which he proceeded to cut open and spread around an entire table. You gotta keep in mind that we have about eight books... monstrous books, that even someone who loves to read would shrink back in fear from them. We're talkin' second only to Michael Hawley's 130 pound eyesore.

Upon realizing there were only about 5 outlets in the walls, a frenzied battle for electricity commenced. Kids arrived carrying extension cords and power strips, and as it grew closer to 9am, an amazing maze of cords stretched out from the walls and entangled everyone's feet. One false move and the building was sure to have an electrical outage - or blow up. Settled in behind a fortress of electronics and books, the moment arrived... Anticlimactic, really. Someone popped in a DVD and we spent the next 3.5 hours trying not to fall asleep on the first day or pee our pants while monotone instructors scared the living daylights out of us, mentioning such possibilities as the test taker next to us passing out in epileptic fits.

Woo! Grab your hats folks, it's going to be a fun ride!


Pam said...

Glad to see I started a trend (for once in my life)! Are you sure this was the best time to start a procastination tool?

Liney said...

I'm sure it's the worst time to start a procrastination tool - precisely why it started!