Sunday, November 30, 2008

Law School Roundup #149

Welcome to Law School Roundup # 149.

It has been a big week in Blawgland. Turkey was eaten, green bean stories were told, and we all just generally ran amuck. Before we begin, let's all heave a collective sigh of relief that NaBloPoMo is over, shall we?

Leaving out the green beans (which merit a roundup all their own) and the "this is just a post because I owe you a post for NaBloPoMoLaDoWhaHoDeeGo-whatever," here's this week's selection of posts from law students aspiring, recovering, and still slogging away:

That's what she said?: Sometimes, vocabulary eludes us. (A New Duck)

Clarity: If your website is vague, can my resume be, too? (Diary of a Law School Mom)

More Fun Than a Barrel of Monkeys: Sorry, Real World, I can't come out and play- I have outlining (Terra Nullius)

Behind the Scenes: An honest look at the delicious upside to finals (Virgin in the Volcano)

Sorry: Travel: now with boogers! ((In)Sanity Souffle)

Man's Best Friend: If only they could outline, too. (Now That I'm Awake)

How to: So that's how Bobby Flay does it (The Rising Jurist)

Gnudi: In case the turkey doesn't work out, this is just the thing to get you over that post-Thanksgiving hump. (The Basil Queen)

Conclusions: IRAC applied to classmates (A Woman In Law School)

Yup, this still sucks: What to do during the second semester job hunt? (Legally Numb)

Look for next week's roundup at the Legal Underground, and then back here again in 2 weeks. If you want to be added to the blog roll, but don't see yourself up there, shoot me an email and we'll get you on the wall of dis-honor.

Kisses!

In other recent news: Laptop is still on fire, posting from a loaner, am woefully unfamiliar with the beast, feel like I'm blogging in a foriegn language. Blurg. Who's ready for December to be over?

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