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This week's law school roundup is over at the Legal Underground.
Check back here next week, same great place and time, for the latest edition!
Today, my always-helpful Pandora Mozart station* played a piece by Georg Philip Telemann. I rather enjoyed it, so I clicked over to tell Pandora that I liked it, and briefly skimmed his bio.
I found this gem:
The youth showed remarkable talent in music, but was temporarily discouraged in his chosen pursuit by Puritan Lutherans, who told Telemann's mother that he would turn out no better than "a clown, a tightrope walker or a marmot-trainer."
(Image courtesy of The Wilderness Committee)Know what's more fun than spending 14 hours on campus on a Friday?
Spending 14 hours on campus, on a Friday, writing a jurisprudence paper.
FML.
Further whining to follow.
If my stomach could handle it, I could concieveably just keep consuming caffiene until I became the most productive person on the planet. I could actually get everything done.
Or write the entire works of Shakespeare on a typewriter. It would be sweet.
....I'm so excited! I'm so scared!
Ok, ok. I know it's Monday morning already. You'll have to forgive me: Yesterday, I informed Darwin that it was Mother's Day, and he'd best call his family. If I can't get the month right, I can hardly be expected to get the day right, can I? At any rate, here is this week's Law School Roundup, for those of you still tottering through to the end of the semester. Try to come up out of the library for a breather every once in a while!
He's not working in public interest: On being a helpful attorney (Blogging Matilda)
Hellooooo Ossifer: Why you shouldn't talk to the police (Law is Cool)
Floozy!: Having a dysfunctional relationship with law school (My Legal Fiction)
You're not my REAL mom: Wisdom from the tween years ((In)Sanity Souffle)
Taking a moment: Wisdom from the family dog (Virgin in the Volcano)
Cheers to that, Judge: Objections under the influence (Butterflyfish)
Soapy Miracles: Justice Thomas on dishwashers (That's Relevant!)
Technology in the Courtroom: Is not welcome, at least in the form of webcasting (Legal Geekery)
Deferrals: Career services advises against fun, work (The Shark)
Tool: Law students don't play well with others. You should hit them. (Laughing: With or at You)
Look for next week's Roundup over at the Legal Underground. In the meantime, try not to strangle all the loud chewers in the study room: you've still got Character & Fitness to pass.
Kisses!
You say: Light at the end of the tunnel. Hope! Joy! Spring!
I say: More like the glaring inevitability of the operating room lamps. Must! Learn! Corporations!
Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.
Commencing cold, hyperventilating panic.....now. Check and check.
This week's Law School Roundup is up over at the Legal Underground.
Check back here, same great place and time, for next week's collection of good posts from law school students past, present, and aspiring.
Ok, who let Congress play with Twitter?
You turn your back for one minute, and all of a sudden they're telling stories about their grandson's love life, exposing their grammatical insufficiencies to the world (see: all), and talking about their midnight snacks....Twitter is the MySpace of the political set.
This does not bode well. My problem with Twitter is that it presupposes that your inner monologue really should be shared. The trouble with that is: sometimes, it should stay inner for a reason. Awkward baby boomers with iPhones, a public image to maintain, and a story to tell?
That gasping you just heard was the sound of 100,000 campaign managers having a panic attack.
In the meantime, The Hill is compiling your Congressional Tweets, so if you want to know what your representative thinks about the donuts in the Cloakroom, have at it (thanks to Wonkette for featuring this excercise in brilliance today).
Solid comedy gold, that.
Welcome to Law School Roundup #167.
You made it through the week, survived April Fools, and have slid into Sunday more-or-less intact. Finals are looming, and springs not quite here yet- could there be a better time for innuendo? I think not.
Without further ado, Law School Roundup #167, The "That's What She Said" Edition:
Obviously: "Breasts and juries totally go together!" (A (non)Token Minority Student)
Speaking of Which: "Next time, I don't care how cold it is in this town, I'm showing more boob." (Virgin in the Volcano)
On the dangers of "Reply All": "That works for me!" (Starting to Melt)
Dark Days in the Journal Office: "Therefore, I expected to sleep even less from Wednesday to Sunday than usual" (You've Got the Rubber Chicken)
April Fools: "I'm going to have a pop quiz" (Terra Nullius)
Thompson v. Libby: "Oral Warranty" (Law School Haiku)
Feelings on Iowa: "But then I remember this isn't Dr. Zhivago" (Mommy on the Floor)
In related news: "GO LOWA!" ((In)Sanity Souffle)
Sound Advice on Firm Documents: "Find a leak buddy" (Legal Geekery)
Retribution: "This involved much hand motion and pssh pssh sounds" (Butterflyfish)
Next week's roundup will be back at the Legal Underground. Check back here, same great place and time, for Roundup #167.
Kisses!
Fun Fact:
If you are an undergrad, you are not paying First Born Child Status tuition for the dubious privilege of studying in the lawbrary.
And if you didn't sell your first born child to write that law tuition check, then, hey: you might not go here.
And if you don't go here, why in God's name are you and your hair twirling and your biology note taking and your OMG! Txting! infiltrating my library?
The conclusion is: if you are an undergrad, get out. You're not stressed. I hate you. And you're hogging the outlets.
I know, I know. Just yesterday, you squeaked to your friendly undergrad friends: "Oh! I do all my studying in the law library! It's so quiet!" Congratulations on the find, but being closer to law students will not make you closer to getting into law school. It might make you closer to death, but that's another story.
Here's the thing: we live here. Because of this, we recognize who is a fellow-sufferer and who Does Not Belong. I have the good courtesy not to jam to my old-person music in your dorm room: kindly take your John Mayer out of my law library.
Mmmk thanks.
