Sunday, December 28, 2008

Law School Roundup #153

Welcome to Law School Roundup # 153, the holiday cookie-coma edition. For those of you who aren't still stranded in an airport somewhere (Margaritas. Wings. O'Hare. You do the math- I recommend it), here's this week's selection of posts from law students aspiring, recovering, and still slogging away:

: A Christmas story, translated. Sort of. ((In)Sanity Souffle)

Mentors: What Ohio's doing to train in the new kids (The Shark)

Obaba: It's a's a plane! (Magic Cookie)

Speaking of Kids: Let's decorate them. (Starting to Melt)

Break: Just another euphemism for "time you should be doing more law school work" (Laughing: With or At You)

Break: Working while on vacation makes you act like a hamster? (Now That I'm Awake)

All Work and No Play: Celebrating in the Office (JD?...Maybe)

Squish: Oops. (Mommy on the Floor)

New Old Friends: Sometimes all it takes is a quesadilla maker (A Woman in Law School)

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.



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