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You: I wish I went to law school.
Me: Girl, no you don’t.
Walk with me.
First of all: Do you have $200,000 handy? Great! Keep reading.
If you liked that, then you’re gonna love the LSAT. You will be asked about this and other similarly annoying and unrealistic situations while sitting in a stuffy, fluorescent-lit room under the pressure of a ticking clock.
Unintimidated? Congratulations: welcome to law school. Dust off your blazer.
(Just kidding. I wore leggings every day. For 200k you best believe I was gonna be comfortable.)
Quick disclaimer: I mostly enjoyed the experience. I’m a nerd. I love to learn and I love to be esoteric and I love to learn how to be esoteric. I also love beer pong.
Weird shit happens in law school. One of my classmates went to Vegas, got drunk, and ripped the head off a rare bird. A felony. He was the editor of our environmental law journal. His co-conspirator, my legal writing TA, was an introvert who dreamed of being a prosecutor. I felt bad for the bird, an exotic helmeted guinea fowl, whose fractured…
