Last night we said goodbyes to some of the other students Michelle’s been cloistered with over the last 3 years. We laughed about the absurdity of life, moving with cats, and how cruel law school is. Cruel? How? Well, before you start, everyone who has been there assures you that the first year is the worst. It harder than anything you’ve done before, but the second year is harder by far, and you know that you can “do law school”, so the sobbing outbursts are fewer. The third year is just as hard, even harder if you’re writing papers, and then you finish.
But that’s when one of the biggest lies is revealed. You’ve just graduated from some of the most intensive work you’d hope to ever do, get your diploma, then start bar review the next Monday. And the review is 10 weeks of very intense studies; typically a subject a day. And you’re supposed to outline and write sample essays after classes in the afternoon/evening.
Luckily I see all this from the sidelines. I never had any interest in going to law school before, but now I know not to. Ah… Geography. But best of luck to all of you suckers. You were duped 3 times.
Michelle is going to have to get a faster car if she wants to keep up with those ambulances.