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A Place of No
I was reading Bethenny Frankel[1]’s book on the subway this morning – with the book jacket off[2], bending at unnatural angles to hide the title and author, as everyone knows the only acceptable public subway reading is The New York Times or anything with “Penguin Classic” stamped on the front (or, if you’re on the train to Brooklyn, a secondhand[3] copy of On the Road) – when I had a revelation. There I was, standing in downward facing dog on the 5 train, reading...
Where Is Everyone Going?
Ostensibly, I left Los Angeles for New York to go to school (meaning I moved 3,000 miles away so the most tedious class in law school would be called Corporations rather than Business Associations, and the classroom would be perpetually over-heated rather than perpetually over-air-conditioned) and to work (only to learn that lawyering in the most exciting city in the world is still…well…lawyering). I should spend my days asking myself highbrow questions such as ‘How...
Why It’s a Smart Idea to Drop Out of Law School and Move to the Jersey Shore
1) I’m pretty sure Gym, Tanning, and Laundry is a far more enjoyable way to spend every. single. day. than Ginsburg, Test-Taking, and, well… Laundry. We all have to do laundry…right? And also, I can’t think of another L-word. I’m already pushing it with Ginsburg. I don’t even really know who Ginsburg is. 2) The cast of Jersey Shore is just a hop, skip, and a click away from their Real Housewives counterparts, the second best procrastination...
"A" is for Abroad – Figured I Should Try to Have at Least One “A” on my Transcript
Since the moment I realized that law school was not the continuation of my college “education” that I had somehow deluded myself into believing it would be – so, since the second minute of orientation (the first minute was spent locating the emergency exits in case I was unable to delay the obligatory first-day-of-law-school panic attack until I was in the safety of my own home) – I have been desperately searching for a way to complete law school without...
Happy Holidays?
One would think that after finals are over and done with, life would improve – at least for a few weeks, until the next semester of rotating caffeine binges with tequila binges is upon us. But the thing is, it’s not even any better once the exams are over. You’re just as nervous after the test is over than you were before the test began. Walking out of a final exam with sweaty palms and an impending sense of dread is a miserable sensation, and I should know,...