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Change of Venue

Come visit us at our new home: Amicus Curiae.

1L Year v. 2L Year: A Comparative Analysis

This comparison considers events that take place through the first three weeks of the school year.

Books: Price and Purchase Date
1L Year: $500 for the fall, purchased five days before orientation.
2L Year: $150 for the fall, purchased... erm, soon.
Winner: 2L year, hands down.

Response when asked for the facts of the case in class:
1L Year: "Plaintiff was at a restaurant and..."
2L Year: "I'm sorry, professor, I didn't read this case." (A variation on this includes crickets chirping when I'm called on but failed to show up to class.)
Winner: 2L year, because apathy beats anxiety any day.

Evenings Spent:
1L Year: Reading, using the five color highlighter system.
2L Year: Receptions, clinic work, receptions, clinic work, receptions, mock trial, dinners with attorneys you hardly know...
Winner: 1L year, but that may just be the exhaustion talking.

Thoughts at Night:
1L Year: Damn, the professor assigned 5o pages of reading for Contracts, and I still need to re-read Con Law...
2L Year: Damn, am I on call tomorrow? Maybe I should read. Wonder what time the Co-Op closes...
Winner: 2L year. Duh.

Social Life:
1L Year: Go out on bar review nights, but only if I drink light and am sure to be home by midnight because I have class tomorrow.
2L Year: Weekend starts Thursday afternoon. But if someone wants to hit up the bar on Tuesday or Wednesday, that's cool too.
Winner: Do I even have to say?

Biggest Expense:
1L Year: Intent to study law application
2L Year: Bar tab.
Winner: 2L year. Mmmmmbeer.

Biggest Annoyance:
1L Year: Gunners.
2L Year: Finding out that there are still gunners.
Winner: Neither. Both really suck.

Favorite Professor:
1L Year: Robertson.
2L Year: Robertson.
Winner: 1L year, because he brought his guitar and sang Torts songs. No guitar yet this year. What's up with that?

Anxious Because:
1L Year: Because I'm a 1L and that's what 1Ls do... we're anxious.
2L Year: Because I haven't gotten any callbacks yet. D'oh!
Winner: 1L year because at least general anxiety doesn't preclude me from having a job in the summer.

Final tally: 2L Year = 5, 1L Year 3

And the fact that I wrote this post out instead of reading for Crim Pro probably says more about the 2L year than the post itself.

Weekend Update with Ruth

Interesting conversation at Freebirds last night between, me, Antonin and an obviously drunk guy.

Obviously Drunk Guy (ODG): Can I ask you a question?
Antonin: As long as it doesn't involve asking me for a favor.
ODG: I'm from Houston. And I just wanted to know... where am I at?
Antonin: (confused pause) Dude... You're in Austin.
ODG: Austin. Then how far am I from 6th street?
[/snip directions to 6th street]
Ruth: Well, how did you get here?
ODG: I don't know. I just woke up, and I was here.

He obviously made it downtown, as I did see him at the Blind Pig, dribbling beer down his chin.

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In other drinking news, I am proud to announce that I did my first keg-stand yesterday. And before everyone starts making fun of me for not having reached this milestone as an undergrad, I'd like to point out that as an undergrad I was drinking hard liquor mixed with either soda or juice pretty exclusively. This was a proud moment in my life.

What was even more fun was the fact that a hiring partner from a large, well-known firm in Houston did a keg-stand with us, on the condition that my friend did one as well. We're hoping she can snag a job out of that. I advised her to add to her resume under interests: "Currently hold local women's keg-stand record."

The fact that a stuffy hiring partner did a keg-stand with us makes me proud of my chosen profession. *wipes tear*

I'm Ruth, and that's news to me.

Bullet Point Posting

There is no coherent theme for this post. Probably because I'm very far from coherency at the moment. Enter bullet points.

• I would rather be three-legged racing at the society olympics than going to Yet Another Thrilling Firm Reception. If I get elbowed out of the way by one more 2L who asks the attorney what they like best about litigating, I might try to drown myself in Town Lake. You may want to watch tonight's evening news.
• Almost filled out a study abroad application, but then realized that I couldn't come up with educational goals that didn't involve the words "Irish pub," "wasted," and "four nights a week," and gave up.
  
• The society t-shirts today at school made me think of street gangs. The Sheffield society really represented. I'd put my money on them in a street brawl, but only because of their sheer numbers. Cadena society needs to step up. I only saw like five with their shirts on, which is less than the number of guys who claimed to only have worn their society shirt because they didn't have any other clean laundry. Riiiight. It's okay to show your spirit. We're not going to think anything less of you.
• There have been no interesting Google searches for our site lately. Consider yourselves lucky.
• Had to drop off my laptop with the IT guys today. I suspect it's much like a mother leaving her first-born son with a babysitter for the first time, except that my laptop didn't cling to my neck and cry. It doesn't burp or need diaper changes either, though, so I suppose it's a good trade-off.
• I apologize to those of you who know me in real life and heard me say all of these things today. After I said them, I thought, "I should blog that later." And here you are.
• TLBS tailgate party tomorrow. After a long week of The Cold of Doom, severe sleep deprivation, and the computer problems today, I'm ready to get good and drunk.
• At this point in time, I should probably peel myself from the couch and make my way to Alfred's in order to hit up Firm reception tonight, but I seem to have no motivation. There are a number of things I'd rather be doing tonight, including sorting out the disaster area that is now my apartment. Don't get me wrong, the people there seemed great this morning. But the bottom line is that they all seem great, and they'll all continue to seem great until I have to bill 2100 hours for them.
• Fuck, I have one hell of a headache. [/whinebitchmoancomplain]
  

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Blogging? What's That?

If I hear one more person sigh dramatically and lament that their favorite bloggers never update any more, I might just scream post quickly to appease them.

Truth of the matter is that 2L year is an interesting creature. While I don't feel the need to read for go to class, I do seem to have 87 other things to attend. Add to that an untimely summer cold, and you have a very busy Ruth who really doesn't feel like doing anything other than sleeping and consuming mass amounts of chicken noodle soup. (The Campbell's kind, because trust me, ramen is NOT mmm-mmm-good.) So unlike last year, reading doesn't take up all my time (or any time at all, really), but clinic, journal, interviews, and receptions do.

So I'm trying to save my energy for the few interviews I managed to scrape together, and I find that I'm not really up to being clever when I'm coughing up my left lung and having to deal with way too many fluids from my nose.

And now my battery is about to go dead, and I can't be bothered to get up and find a plug.

Antonin's not suffering from the Cold From Hell, though, so feel free to pester him about updating. :P

The Best Part of OCI

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a male law student who puts on a suit for OCI week improves his level of attractiveness tenfold.

Female law students, on the other hand, tend to resemble flight attendants. Or, if they are like me, they look like they're just playing dress-up in their mom's work clothes.

Nonethess, I'm planning on just sitting in the OCI suite all day long and watching the men in lovely suits wait nervously for their interviews. I'm sure my professors will understand.