About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


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Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

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Knocked Up (and in Law School)
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Mommy on the Floor
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Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
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think like a woman. act like a man.

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Do Not Overmix
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Overheard in the Office
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Screaming Bean
Sunday, October 05, 2003

The second year they work you to death. It sounded so cliche the first time I heard it, but like so many other things I heard about law school, this seems to be coming true too. I'm not a law review drudge, and I don't have to write a note and comment, but between the moot court competition, the upcoming client counseling competition I signed up for, and my part time job (yes I know I've never mentioned this...but I keep it under wraps, since identifying the gig would narrow down who I am considerably), my days are pretty packed.

Which is why I am not seeking out additional work, yet it seems to seek me out. I am seen as "at-risk." This semester started a new phase for the "at-risk", the "we-figure-you-are-here-for-the-long-haul-yet-you're-going-to-fail-the-bar" phase. To improve the standing of our school, instead of improving the physical plant, or improving the incoming class pool, they're going to attack it from the back end. This means that they're going to make me and people like me panic for the next two years until we prove ourselves on the exam. I am not succumbing to this mindset. The way I see it, if you can't help me now with the classes I'm facing this semester, do not talk about an exam two years from now. For if I do not pass this semester and three semesters between now and graduation, the idea of a bar exam is moot. Do not make me work on MPT questions for subjects I have not taken. Do not make me explain to you why this problem is bigger than I am. Do help me improve my writing. Do help me revise what I have written. Provide the support I need. When I succeed, and I will, you will not be taking credit for it because I will not give you the credit to take.