Sunday, December 14, 2008

Law School Roundup #151

Welcome to Law School Roundup # 151, the "Sorry, I can't....I have law school" edition. It is the end of the semester, and neurosis and tensions are running high- so are post counts. Shouldn't you people be studying?

Without further ado, here's this week's selection of posts from law students aspiring, recovering, and still slogging away:

People who know people: Tapping into the hidden job market (Diary of a Law School Mom)

Ack! Skim! Do not get between a law student and her coffee, Barista. (Useless Dicta)

Who Says You Can't Go Back? Coming back home and breaking the "I'm going to be a lawyer" news (Now That I'm Awake)

Sissies: Studies find med students are socially isolated...Hey guys, at least you review patients, not documents. (Law is Cool)

Black Letter Law: If the Get Up Kids did law school (The JE Guide to Law)

In! Another new law student joins the fold. Congratulations! (The Loving Spoonful)

You Thought You Had it Rough: Sabatoge by the animal kingdom (A (non)Token Minority Student)

Kentucky Fried Cashier: If you must bathe in the KFC sinks, it would be best not to post pictures (the Rising Jurist)

Finals lead to them. Also, poor nutrition and not taking out the garbage (Virgin in the Volcano)

Self-Affirmation: There is a light at the end of the tunnel, right? (Love Won't Get You On the Bus)

Also, MILP: The Moms in the Legal Profession roundup is also up, over at Butterflyfish's Blog (Butterflyfish)

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.

For those of you who are done with finals: Congratulations. We can't be friends again until...about a week from now. Have a beer and some holiday cookies for me.



Molly said...


Good luck on finals.

no634 said...

The blogging is just a study break!

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How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson