Allie v. Law School

This is the way law school ends. Not with a bang but a forgetting-about-your-law-school-Tumblr-until-one-day-when-you’re-slacking-off-in-the-midst-of-a-crazy-hectic-week-and-are-then-like-OMG-I-should-post-something.

‘Sup?

Game-Changer of the Day

Dear College Admissions Offices,

Thanks for making it easy to find stock photos of campus diversity to use in a video about Fisher v. University of Texas. Also, thanks for putting together promotional pictures that say, “Not only are we diverse, but we’re totally zany!” I’m sure everyone believes you.

Today, I woke up already having decided that everything was the worst, but then:

(A) While at school, I was given free cupcakes on 2 separate occasions.
(B) My boyfriend sent me a picture of a pug wearing a backpack.
(C) My friend invited me to go see this gorgeous man sing.
(D) All of the above.

[The correct answer is D, and sometimes, everything’s not the worst.]

“You are never the busiest or most important person in the room. There’s always time for a ‘Thank You’ email.”

(Sometimes I add “you fucking asshole” to the end, even though that doesn’t seem very zen.)

You’re right, DMV, this would be great for my “*Bar Prep*!!!*” pinboard.

I just realized that, on the cover of my book for PRE, the maze has a way in, but no way out.

Pretty bleak, Wendel. Pretty bleak.

A Tale of Two Heroines

(“And by heroine, I mean lady hero. I don’t want to inject you and listen to jazz.”)

A student organization that forms human barriers between tables/groups of insane upperclassmen who try to talk their crazy nonsense at 1Ls; based on the proposition that no valid piece of first week advice should start with “If you want an ed board position on Law Review…”

It’s day three. By now, I have not only stopped reading, but I have started yelling “3L!” (in the style of “Steve Holt!) whenever I demonstrate poor decision-making.