So I'm feeling much better about law school and I'm even feeling a little better about my preparation. Another BYU letter came in the mail this weekend and it said that if I was reading anything law-related to "STOP IT!" Read a novel, spend some time outside, I was told.(I was also told to become "one" with my laptop and to increase my typing speed. I'm set on the typing speed. My mom thinks my fingers are the reason her keyboard is acting up. I do, however, need suggestions on how to further increase my unity with an electronic device. Is it just me or are these letters getting weirder and weirder?)
But even with a second mandate to do nothing but relax and put law school as far from my mind as possible, I couldn't help but pick up the copy of "Slaying the Law School Dragon" when I saw it laying on a co-worker's desk. A chapter on preparation caught my eye. Students are advised to be on campus a week early and spend hours in the library taking careful note of which chairs are the softest, the spots with the best natural light and where drafts or air conditioning vents are located to avoid the unnecessary time suck of moving places or to score the best study spot before anyone else. Your study environment is the most important part of your law school career ... a point driven home by this gem of a phrase. And I quote:
"Think of yourself as an embryo and the law school library as
your womb-home for the next three years."
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???WHAT???!!
There are so many disturbing ways in which I want to extend that analogy it's not even funny.
On a very unrelated note. I heard the song "No Scrubs" for the first time in years on the radio. It's really worth a re-listen. Sometimes I miss the late '90s.
4 comments:
Are you sure these letters are from the law school and someone's not playing a prank on you?!? I'll have to ask my brother if he got these letters or not.
BAHAHA!
The only weird letter I got was some laptop one that said something like "If you are technologically challenged, fear not. We will guide you." That was weird.
Womb. Ew. Three years is a helluva gestation period. If I just graduated, does that mean the J. Reub just gave birth to me? The professors acted as placentas from which I absorbed vital nutrients? Bar preparation is now the breastmilk from which I receive sustenance as I prepare to wean...
That's enough.
Shudder.
Flourish, little fetus, flourish.
Miranda -- I'm starting to wonder! You have a brother who will be sharing in my pain next year?
Gurrbonzo -- AAAAHHH! You totally just laid out in print every weird analogy I had in my head ... except the placenta part. I hadn't gone that in-depth yet, but full props to you! Thanks for the e-mail address you left on the last post ... I will definitely be taking you up on some much needed schedule advice in the next while.
No, my brother graduated in 2003 from the BYU law school. Maybe they have gotten really weird in the past six years.
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