Law School Conversations

Sometimes, law school makes us delusional.  Case in point: studying with my law school buddy last week.  

Jake - "Comma, the inbred cousin to the period..." 


Me- 'Would I ever steer you wrong? On something as serious as bluebook citations??" 
J- "Bluebook citations save lives"

J-"I'd prefer if the teacher had an afro."
Me-"She'd look silly with an afro.  I smell french fries... now I need fries!"

And sometimes, the delirium is heightened by other's bad fashion choices: 
J-"my original plan was to stand in front of the class and piss my pants, but I froze, so I improvised" (of speaking in front of class) 
Me- "Shoulda just worn leggings as pants... and army surplus boots, because you never know if you need to trek through the mud.."

Yes, these are the things serious law students talk about when studying gets too unbearable.  

Law School Love Life

So I am borrowing this from The Bloggess because frankly it reminded me I have neglected my sad blog.

I have started law school and officially have survived my first two weeks.  (survived being subjective of course)

I am sure that in the course of the next three years of studying and insanity there will be many a Law School posts to share, so forgive me for the neglect.

As I am currently spread out at the table, drinking coffee and working on Crim Law homework, this is my sentence: 

“The government did not, at any time, allege the Skilling solicited or accepted side payments from a third party in exchange for making these misrepresentations”

Criminal Law and Procedure, 12th ed.

Apparently this is the love life of a law student?  Well they always say Law school is a harsh mistress.  Apparently to is Enron embezzlement and misrepresentation of assets.  I'm just sayin'.  

First Day of Law School

End of second week... still standing.