Like chores around my house, I understand thoroughly that regular attention to this day by day play of my life as a 1L will be impossible. But perhaps, the summary (or in legal jargon, the canned brief of it all).
Day 3:
My professor is French, speaks with a French accent, and admittedly every girl in the entire law school is willing to ruin their ABA bar application for a chance of one steamy romantically fantasized night with him. Me....Lol, Actually I'll pass.
I sit on the right side of the classroom, and he speaks to the left. I'm definitely changing seats.
Today's dominative required seminar to attend. Hey girls listen up: Sexual harassment. Haha. Faculty and students relationships are strictly prohibited (even if they are legal).
Stay at library, attempt to do reading. Bleh. I'm bored. Home-sleep.
Day 4:
Wake up extremely early because I have not completed my reading. Catch Metro two hours early, and show up to class--again, two hours early.
I am obviously not the only one with seat change and the assignment on my mind, as two students are already present with books open.
Today, I sit to the left. Go figure, seating chart does not go out until tomorrow. Quiz. Yes, if you have been paying attention I am technically attending "Class #2" at this point, meaning I am now being tested on material from Day 1. Welcome to the Hustle.
Today's administrative lecture: Drugs and alcohol abuse in the legal profession. In summary, Law students drink a lot. If you start missing class because of it, you're probably an alcoholic, and you need to go this program. Lovely.
Student ID's are handed out, and yay, I don't look completely moronic. Also we are assigned "mentors"--Mine is unreachable. Hmmmm. Kinda like my professor. I breathe though, cause remember I'm section 3 where we "do" things that keep us busy....That over, home I go, as I'd only be pretending I had friends at this point.
Learning from the night before, I decide to fight the urge to sleep, and brief my case until 1:30 AM'ish.
Day 5:
6am, and forget the suit, I'm wearing jeans today and throwing on my Sorority para. Where I'm from, I'm definitely in "business casual." (Some will and will not get how funny this statement actually is. No worries.)
Arriving again two hours prior to class, with two students still before me, I claim my seat. As I've done all my homework, I venture to roam about.
I pillage the lockers, and behold one has finally been assigned to me. My newly given Boober Fragle is placed in my locker with a neon green alphabetical combination lock to guard my "acquired" contract book.
3 things here. 1.Boober Fraggle rocks. 2. Have you ever seen an alphabetical lock.??? Neither had I until yesterday. Admittedly I'm overly excited about this technology; but they are totally awesome! and 3. Let me explain something PHENOMENAL about my school. --Like most (and all ABA) law schools, we are graded on a curve. Meaning, life is extremely completive. Or at least it could be. BUT. I am going to the Mecca of all things good, and when you "hustle," upperclassmen are more than willing to help a young sister out.
Meaning. In a box, in the locker rooms, upper class man, rather than "sell back" their 1L textbooks, instead opt to "donate" them to us poor 1Ls. Yeah, I jumped all over that.
PLUS. at the Capstone, each 1L is designated a "mentor" to look out for them. Someone in their section, who presumably can guide you through this crazy and strange island of weirdness called life as a 1L.
Now, today is a good day. Today I found my mentor. Or rather, one of the upperclassmen, I've been bugging for a legal writing book, knew who my mentor was and described her to me. Sure enough, she was pretty easy to pick out, especially given I waited outside of her classroom after our lovely administrative lecture. (Today's topic, Security on Campus. Summary: they have guns, and um....don't be an idiot and leave your laptop around. It will get stolen. How do law students get through these three years, without this guidance???)
Topic???? Awe yes, I was stalking my mentor. Sure did. Went right up to her, and made introductions. Everything I expected? Not at all, Everything I could want?
Well, depends?
Is she giving me her books? -Yupp.
Is she on Law Journal?--Yupp.
Is she well connected?-Yupp
Top 25 in her class? Yupp, oh and she is considered the best in her class for legal writing.
In sum. Yeah I'm happy.
After stalking said mentor, not wanting to stay in the library, I choose to sit outside. Not a minute passes, when a guy (who's t-shirt is making me read) ask me, "What chapter?"....So begins the discussion of Greek life, past college what-nots, etc. We move from past to present, and as he has a girlfriend he has mentioned twice I need not worry he is making small talk for my number. In actuality, this guy just turns out to be genuinely nice. An hour passes without me noticing, and we're into study guides and outlines, when his friend walks up. We make chit chat, and I'm realizing I need to catch the metro home. I hand out business cards, and both are impressed. I'm offered advice or study guides should I ever need them, and am walking home feeling pretty good.
I read most of my case again on the bus, and honestly too tired to do anything, I want my bed more than any girl wants the French teacher.
Good night little universe.
I feel a good mentor is a must, I will pray you get a good one. gg/Jackie