About Me

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


AT THE MOMENT

Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

Mood: The current mood of bbbeans@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

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Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
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Lessig Blog
Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground
Jeremy's Weblog
Begging The Question
The Neutral Zone Trap
the imbroglio
Biting Tongue
Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
In It But Not Of It
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A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Scoplaw
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
IPTAblog
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta
Transmogriflaw

ON THE WAY

Divine Angst
Frequent Citations
Magic Cookie
Knocked Up (and in Law School)
Butterflyfish
Mommy on the Floor
PT-LawMom
Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
No. 634
think like a woman. act like a man.

I READ THESE TOO

the underwear drawer
Do Not Overmix
Little Lost Robot
PostSecret
Overheard in the Office
JD2B

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Screaming Bean
Monday, January 08, 2007

When I was in law school, it was said more than once that the experience was supposed to break you down and rebuild you in the image of a lawyer. Your thought process would change and you would view the world differently. I never bought into that theory. I thought it was just an excuse for professors to harangue their students with socratic nonsense and feel the better for it. I felt no more lawyery coming out than going in. With this job though, I can see it happening. Maybe I'm just a slow learner, perhaps I was supposed to have gone through this in law school. I'm parsing language for commas, trying to draft sentences with purposeful language. And in a brief shining moment on Friday, I actually believed I might know what I was doing. However, there was a big possibility it was combination of Mountain Dew and birthday cake that brought that on. I'm leaning towards that version. In the meantime, I'll keep slogging and hoping that the language is altering my brain for the good.

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