Sunday, January 25, 2009

Law School Roundup #157

Welcome to Law School Roundup #157.

This week, many of you went to the Inauguration (but, guys? Pictures? Hello? You're killing me), and reflected on the state of things these days. Many more of you dragged yourselves, disgruntled, to class, and tried to get back to the routine of business as usual in law school land. There were major life events and minor annoyances, but one way or another, you all made it through the week. Congratulations!

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

Bringing Out the Crazy: Don't say you weren't warned (Bitchin' Through Law School).

Oh How Pleasant: Law students are charming, or, why reading the Constitution isn't that special, so there. (Love Won't Get You On the Bus).

Oops, Wrong Seat: A student lives out every 1L's nightmare (Dysfunctional Didactics)

Know the Cost Before You Go: After graduation, there's a hefty debt to pay. Are you ready? (Law Ingenue)

Shenanigans! ...And now Clownfish knows more about procedure than I do. Great. (Butterflyfish)

Differentiating: Telling the 1Ls from the 2Ls from the 3Ls in a crowd (War of All Against All)

Kind of a Big Deal: Apparently, there was some sort event on Tuesday (Being is Somethingness) (Project Law School)

With a Grain of Salt: But let's remember our history and not get too excited, shall we? (Virgin in the Volcano) (Learned Musings)

Sheer Terror: (In)Sanity girl learns to ski, with great aplomb ((In)Sanity Souffle)

A Public Announcement: The train is now leaving I-want-love Town (Somebody Shake Me)

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 public—like a Frog—
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To an admiring Bog!
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