Digging Furiously At The Rock Bottom

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I decided to focus on catching up on my reading for school last night, so at 11pm I settled down onto the futon with my book and my highlighter and immediately dozed off. When I awoke a few minutes later, I realized that there was no chance of successfully studying as long as sleep was an option. So like any sane person would do, I packed up my books and drove to IHOP at midnight.The combination of the coffee and the pancakes kept me awake through two hours of reading, which might very well be a personal record. However, by around 2am, I became absolutely overwhelmed by exhaustion and decided to head home. I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex feeling slightly revived by the drive, so I propped open the door to my car, set up my highlighters, and vowed to finish another section of the ...continue reading.

Let’s Get This Party Started

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Prior to the beginning of law school, I had this idea in my mind that I would study religiously, finish all of my reading assignments on time, participate in class like it's my job, and just generally be an exemplary student.I have since been disabused of that notion.I know, I know. I have complete control over my actions and could easily still be that person. But I'm having motivational issues, issues that drive me to watch episode after episode of Grey's Anatomy until wee hours of the morning while my textbooks leer at me from their stacks next to my computer. My body is conspiring against me as well - I could literally stay awake for hours watching shows about the lifecycle of the grasshopper, but put me in front of a book with a highlighter in hand and I'm asleep in moments. As a result of this, I have ...continue reading.

Excerpt from the 1st edition of The Docket:

Posted on by lindsay
Dear Miss DemeanorLife, Love, Lust, and Law SchoolLaw school is a lot like high school (except perhaps with a bit more alcohol, competition, and despair), which means you will experience no shortage of drama, relationships, random flings, and twentysomething angst. And despite the fact that we each have an entire library’s worth of textbooks in our backpacks and briefcases, there appears to be a dearth of resources providing answers to life’s more complicated questions. So now, here to answer your itching and burning questions (and questions about itching and burning), is Miss Demeanor. Best of all, I promise to never cite a single case in giving advice.Dear Miss Demeanor,I am a male 2L who is looking to date a female 1L. I don’t really care which one; I just want a chance to fish in a new pond. Any pointers?-Older and Wiser ManIt’s nice to see you’re discriminating in your ...continue reading.

Notable Quotes (aka Things I Learned In Class)

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“Anchorage, Alaska: A great place to go someplace else from.”“You people were born in the eighties? Ah, that’s wild.”“I would be a Hello Kitty cellphone.”Discussing value: “Business slogan: We cheat the other guy and pass the savings on to you.”Discussing investments: “You ever pay $1800 for a cat surgery? Oh, you’re not married. Well, we got a dog and a cat for free from the shelter. The dog stays inside and the cat stays outside, although apparently not far enough, because last Christmas Eve the dog got to the cat. Unfortunately, the kitty was still alive when we found it. So the vet says, ‘You want to remove the leg and save the cat’s life?’ I tried to argue that the cat would be defenseless and eaten by predators, but the vet said, ‘No, the cat can get along fine with three legs; the forth is just for aesthetics.’ So ...continue reading.

It Was Like Carrie With The Pig’s Blood

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My first class in law school was at 10am this morning. I arrived promptly 9:40am (which is roughly akin to showing up yesterday in my book), only to be informed by an older, wiser student that I was late and that all of the good seats would already be gone. When I looked shocked and dismayed, I was told, "Welcome to law school."Class began exactly at 10am and not a moment later. The professor briefly introduced himself and the course, and then immediately used the Socratic method to begin the class discussion of the reading that was due today. The first student was interrogated for no less than twenty-five painful minutes. The professor began with a basic question, and let the student dig himself a deeper and deeper hole until the questions were near impossible and the student was near death. Each question was designed to force the student and ...continue reading.