The Return of the Drewms

Had this dream last night that my dad and I were at our old house (all my "home" dreams use my childhood home as the setting). The crazy, in-your-dreams, part was that we are insurgents at war with some invading alien threat that had taken over a neighboring island (mind you to get to the closest island to my childhood home you gotta drive 4+ hours to the coast. so there's that) so we're at home putting together our guerrilla war kit -- just the essentials: missiles and rockets, launch codes, tactical computer, and cookout tent because, you know, it might rain -- when my big sis shows up to go to the cookout, oh yeah, there was a cookout at some undisclosed location that the rest of the fam was going to. This is an important plot point. so she shows up to go to the cookout, but she unintentionally blocks my car with hers! I'm all, "hey, tryna blow up some aliens, here". so she moves the car. But another car blocks me in! We wind up switching cars. My dad and I are driving, and I assume we've already completed our mini shock and awe mission because we're in my college town. Also it's no longer my dad, but my roommate and we're looking for food. so we stop at this taco bell, and before going in a notice that my folks' car is across the street at this other restaurant. "Eff taco bell" I think to myself as I head over to the restaurant. Once inside, my peeps behaved add if they hadn't Seen me in a while, suggesting either that my mission ran afoul and pops and I had to make ourselves scarce for awhile, or reality had stated to creep in and I'd just been in school (considering roomie was there, the latter is most likely). after not eating and going outside it became apparent that I was now for no reason in this vacation town that I made up in my head. Also it was much earlier than it had been when I went into the restaurant. Just before waking,  the dream jump cut to this childhood "memory" (it was only a memory for dream me) of this time when my neighborhood in the vacation city, because you always stay in a neighborhood when you vacation,  flooded with crystal clear water and the adults and big kids all rode jet skis everywhere. The memory was brought on by the fact that the rain from the beginning of the dream caused the ground to flood with crystal clear water, and ironically we all started riding on jet skis. the moral of this story is don't watch " Starship Troopers" before bed.

Humanity

A man vacationing in Rio De Janeiro was walking down a street one sleepy afternoon. There was nothing particularly remarkable about the man. His thinning hair and grey stubble suggest that he was maybe pushing 60, and if you were unconvinced by that, his St. John's bay polo and khaki shorts surely would do the trick. The man was likely retired or at the very least not far from it. I imagine this man is a professional. This trip is his reward, a gift from him to him for silk the hard years he gave his firm or the company, department or bureau. Maybe he was being forced out to make room for the young hot shot and this trip was his way of coping with t the reality that he wasn't wanted anymore

"How dare they! Who do they think they are? How could they kick me to the curb for some milk-breathed thunder cat? After all the pounds of flesh I gave for them?" I imagine going through the events of the inevitably, his eyes, one soaking with ambition, a shadow behind overpriced sunglasses. Another reminder of what he was losing. despite taking in All of the beauty Rio had to offer over the first four days and five nights of his five day six night vacation (I assume, being that his flight was international, he arrived at night) he still felt betrayed and angry at the turn of events at the job. Nobody likes rejection, and after the decades he devoted to his work, this rejection was the ultimate betrayal.

He had resigned to walk until the lump welling up inside him passed, even if it meant walking clear across Brazil. After about an hour the man found that he silk hadn't walked the pain away. He glanced up and realized that he didn't know where he was either. This was no longer the tourist friendly hotel district inside the city. No, the man had crossed an invisible barrier. He was somewhere between the gorgeous south american metropolis that failed him and the true city of Rio. He was on a rocky, unpaved road that connected the city to the shanty town that encircles it. As if his problems weren't enough already, he knew that being caught out in the slums could mean a bad night for him. Not knowing how he'd let himself wander off like that, the only logical step was to turn around and make his way back to the city.

So of he went, angrier than when he left. "just great. Some help this was. this whole trip has been a waste." Out of the corner of his eye he noticed a small figure. Were it not for an oddly placed bike he might have missed it, as the figure was the same beige color as the surroundings. It was the figure of a little girl. Her clothes, if you can call the tattered filthy rags she had on clothes, were covered in dirt and her face wasn't much better off. She looked as if the last kindness life offered her was a back hand slap and the next would be a swift exit.

Before the man knew what was happening, he found himself standing next to the girl. I don't know if it was fear or for lack of a Better course, but the girl didn't move. The man's Portuguese was good awful, more like a crude amalgam of Spanish and Italian stereotypes, and for all he knew the poor girl didn't speak English. " are you ok, miss?" He felt like he knew the answer even though she offered no response. One look at her told the story. He hadn't noticed before, but the girl's feet were bare. " what happened to your shoes",  the man pointed to her feet. The girl grabbed one arm, like she was holding herself, her weight shifted back and forth. On this unpaved road with no shoes, for some reason this kept going through his mind.

With as little thought as has brought him to this road, the man slipped the sandals from his feet. The girl's hand went to her mouth, a whimper rose from her throat. The whimper turned into tears as the man placed the sandals at her feet. "This road is full of rocks and all kinds of sharp things. You should put those on do you don't get hurt." The man walked away, back toward the beautiful south american metropolis. He wasn't angry anymore.

I imagine the girl stood there for a few minutes crying her eyes out. As the tears subsided, she glanced toward the city to catch a glimpse of the man who showed her the first true kindness she'd ever experienced. But the man was already gone. She looked at the sandals he placed by her. They were far to big, but a vast improvement over her current lack of a pair. She placed her feet in them. "Perfeito", the whimper arose in her throat again.

Nexus is a dancer

This is gonna be a really short one. New tablet swag! GOOGLE NEXUS TAB IS THE SQUAD!!! GOOGLE NEXUS TAB SHITS ON YOUR TAB!!! you know who else shits on your tab? MY MOM!!!! *hi-fives Hi-Five Ghost* On the real, though, this new tablet o mine makes me feel all of the things, and guess what it means?  it means that I will be blogging more often. Face especially if it means that I can blog by talking. Which I can do now. Because google Nexus tab is the squad!!! Chyea!!!

stuck on the highway

so, I'm riding down 85 and I notice that the whole highway is on fire! so I totally stop riding down the highway and start sitting on tye highway, because, you know, fire's bad for tires and shit. nothing especially interesting happened, but there were a lot of people getting  out of the car on some disaster movie type shit. and the choppers were circling like vultures around an old carcass. I got pics, but the choppers look more like UFOs than actual aircraft. anyway, it's finally moving some, so you know, gotta focus on the road. can't be crashing up fir y'all bitches ... bitches ....

luscious' late nite creep: brotherhood edition

no long intro tonight, y'all. luscious got a lil  tender ronie in the other room waitin to give him a eucalyptus rub down... and if i'm lucky the ending will be a joyful one, nah'm sayin? so sit back and enjoy some positivity. now if you excuse me, i'm just positive *hee hee* that i left the rubbin oils and aroma candles in the cabinet. i gotta get set up y'all. enjoy!

cash flow everything around CFEAM, get the money...

time for a short, "this is something that just happened, and i will need more characters than twitter allows in order to tell the story" type entry. so last night one of money making homies sent me a link to some CPA offer cash flow opportunity. because i trust him i checked the thing out. it was an offer to buy a product called myPCbackup and in return the offering party would set you up with a free affiliate site that would pay you up to 2000% commission. seems almost too good to be true. but i have a problem with these business type opprtunities:

1. i'm not well vesred enough on how these types of offers are regulated to know how legit the offer is. when guys like bernie madoff can operate for years to the tune of $65billion, and the number of fraudulent financial opportunities are apparently rising let's just say i get a bit skeptical
2. the whole sales pitch bugs me. every time one of these guys presents one of these opportunities it's the same story: how would you like to spend $X on Y widget and make [exponentially larger return]?  well then all you need to do is give us the money and we'll tell you how! oh, and if you get your buddies to give us the money, too, you'll get a piece of everything they make and everything the people they bring in make and on and on until you're the BAUSE of the whole world!
3. if it was really that easy, literally everyone would be doing it already. i've never seen anybody turn down easy money that was 100% legit. which brings me to
4. i'm a research doing MFer, and it is almost laughably difficult to find reliable third party research on these opportunities. most search engine front pages wind up flooded with blog posts that don't site sources, articles from websites with links that all seem to go to the offeror you're reseaching, forum threads (which, of course, never have reliable links), and of course the offeror themself. or look like this: 

look. a link to the BBB's homepage but not a review. hmm.

1. and ONE MORE THING! all of these offers link to some videowall page with a youngish WASP talking about how great the opportunity is followed by a link to the offer, but with no links to a sevond or third page explaining the opportunity in greater detail. don't expect me to just join you on faith. i need to know exactly how my money is gonna make me money before i give you my money. every legit, researched, regulated and accountable financial person i've dealt with has laid out a detailed plan for how my money would grow BEFORE i let them play with it. and these are people that i know personally, not just some internet video. 

to be fair, CNET offers the product as well, and the guy who sent me the link is one of the researched legit guys out there. but what do you think? am i right to be funny with my money, or should i stop being scary? because, as the saying goes, scared money don't make money. stay tuned....

i know this is off topic, but it is the gotdamn jugganaut, bitch!

1L year according to drew... and wordle

i cannot put into words the trials and tribulations a first year law student goes through. it is without a doubt the most awesome horrible thing that any person of moderate intelligence can ever put them self through. as i said i can't put it into words, but i can use the words i put it in during the year to make awesome wordle's with! so without further ado: 1L year in wordle form!!!!

civ pro
 

contracts

criminal

intro to admin

legal writing


property


torts


transnational law

THAT guy...

**DISCLAIMER: the following is intended for drewninitos, or male drewninites. the drewniverse would like to ask all female drewninites, or drewninitas, to please skip to the end. there's cake and ice cream there. no foolin!**

fellas, i got to talk to y'all for a minute. hey, now, shit dude, i know. we don't really like to talk about real shit a whole helluva lot -- hell, i know i'd rather be writing a blog about beer and football and making sexy time and video games right now-- but i just need to know if i'm alone on this. do y'all have that one fucking guy that you know  who you, through no fault of your own, are acquainted with (your friends are his friends and shit) who you just look at and think, "man, i never ever ever want to follow that guy into anything.... anything"? (see? i brought back into the comfort zone. this IS about the vajayjay) for those of you who haven't received your copy of the drewniversal guide to drewniversal vernacular, "follow" in the context of the above sentence means "to put ones P in a va-G for which you are aware of at least one prior user", or in laymen's terms, to have sex with a girl that a guy you know has already had sex with. and don't all of us have that one guy? real talk, bruh! we all got that one dude who no matter how cool he is, we just couldn't bring ourselves to follow into a girl we know he's already done the do with (DGDV: done the do - made sex with) and it's not one thing in particular about the dude that rubs us wrong. it's just from observation. for example, when i was in college i had a friend who i just knew i would never follow, and i mean i didn't care if the girl was freida pinto bad. i aint care if she had a body like blac chyna (natural, too) and a ass to match, if she effed with him she could not eff with drew. we've all been there. maybe you were afraid you might catch something messing with post-that-dude girls. maybe dude had really shitty taste/no standards and you just knew that if he messed with her she probably wasn't within specs. but whatever it was... you just weren't comfortable knowing that he'd already been there. there is a simple solution that will allow you to keep the friendship in tact, if you and dude are cool like that (i'd suggest staying cool with homie if for no other reason than to better keep track of his book [DGDV: book - short for black book]. that guy will always talk about girls he's known in that way). there are steps. did i mention that earlier? well, there are, and here they are:

1. stay friends. you can't keep track of dude's book if y'all ain't at least cool. no worse feeling than finding out after the fact that your girl once had an encounter with home slice...
2. pay attention to girls that fall for homie's game for future reference. even if he got game we've already established that we are uncomfortable with going where that guy's gone before
3. because you've stayed friends, you now know dude's scene. prowl in a different scene (DGDV: prowl: to go out in search of potential sexy time companions).
4. ALTERNATIVE: play wingman. man law prevents prowling dudes acting as a unit to do anything with the other's targets. well, not first at least.

now that we've established that we all know that one guy, and we've discussed how not to follow that guy we can rest easier. alright, drewninitas, you can come back.

oh yeah, the delicious confections! you have three choices, so enjoy!

this is the sessy, sensuous cake and ice cream

this is the party time ice cream and cake

this cake's ice cream is a lie

ps, this

any questions?

the return... challenge accepted

after almost 3 months, an IM chat with a fellow law student has led me to the inspiration for my next swagtastic blab fest. as i was discussing with the lovely and talented miss sam bam of lawlessandflawless the finer points of her introductory blog about 90's kid awesomeness (click that there link up there) i was reminded of a rather obscure piece of pop crossover swag frim back when mtv was still cool. it was a show called " Say What?! Karaoke" and Danielle "Topanga Lawerence" Fishel, aka my school boy crush, was rapping to busta rhymes single "Gimme Some More"!


see how impressive that is? anywho, sammie challenged me to produce the video (ok, so she just said she didn't remember that and i set out to prove it happened) but there was one problem: this seems to be the only obscure video the interwebs can't produce! i began to believe i'd just made it up! so i did the next best thing. i asked google if it even happened at all, and got my answer: yes, it even happened at all! according to wiki.answers: "She did the rap during a Celebrity special of MTV's Say What Karaoke". by the rules of the internet, this means that somebody has video of it somewhere! and now, drewninites, i charge you with helping me find it! my bloggers integrity depends on it.





ps, i cant in good conscience do a topanga rapping blog and leave you with no topanga clips so hears, the boy meets world karaoke contest:

swag! swag swag swag swag swag swag!!!!!!!

this lemony fresh piece of swag is so draped up and dripped out with swag that if this video was ice cube in the 80's, it's hair would be leave jheri swag juice stains in all its mama's furniture. if it were a puppet, it'd live on swaggle rock. if this video were a baseball card, it'd be a mint condition honus swagner rookie. were it a dog, it'd be swagging its tail furiously. if this video were a pokemon, it'd be a poliswag.

what did the five fingered chestburster say to the face?

if it were a car, it'd be volks-swagon. if it were a flower, it'd be a swagnolia. this vid has me in swagony.
 

gettin fat. whatev's

if you read the whole thing you'll get to watch 2 whole videos!!!!! so do it



Fuck law school and the miserable bastard that invented.

My foolhardy endeavor to get my legalese on has cost me a lot. It's caused me to estrange or alienate my friends and family, lose touch with what's going on in the outside world, fall into what I'm sure are the early stages of alcoholism, and worst of all, it may even cost me the best romance I've ever known. Law school sucks SOOOOOO hard. The blows I've taken to my psyche, confidence and social life since getting here will never be fully relieved. Even if i can salvage my relationship with her, let's face it: what it was is gone forever. Forever. The stink of this situation  (at least based on how i feel now) will always be there. A stain like that just doesn't come out, but you know what? I could live with all of that, all of it, hard and undesirable as it may be. I could do it, but law school has had one more nagging fee. A fee that taxes many of us wise fools who walk this path: I'm getting fat. Inexplicably fat at that.

And I ain't talking a few extra pounds either. I've put on a solid 20 extra, book reading, note taking, brief writing pounds since the start of last semester. Guys, there are shirts I bought at Christmas that looked nice then that just aren't cutting it anymore. And it's not for lack of maintenance, I'm in the gym sweating it out 4, 5, hell sometimes 6 times a week every week without fail. It's Thursday and I've already hit the gym twice, plan on going tonight and probably will go twice tomorrow since there's no class on Friday anymore. The amount of work I put in each week at the gym rivals the amount I put in doing LAW! But here I am, abdominal definition gone, belly making a comeback at my computer knocking out this quick blog before I do more law!

Sitting here, I look at my formerly vascular arms just upset at myself for letting this school business kick my ass. But, black Phoenix Wright that I am, I believe I've figured out why: several things!

objection overruled!

1) I don't sleep. Like at all. This lovely blog that you all should read spells out my issues with the sandman quite nicely.
2) Terrible food! Earlier today i made an assessment of what my meals consisted of and i realized that a brother hasn't seen a leafy green vegetable that wasn't accompanied by greasy hunks of salted sugar meats in... a long time. And I don't count the broccoli that came with the sesame chicken I had for dinner a few nights ago.
3) The AC that keeps my room a balmy 84 degrees. Apparently by doing that, I'm robbing my body of all those wonderful calorie burning opportunities that keeping self regulating Drew's internal temp offers.
4) Living in America *James Brown voice*.  all these silly industrial chemicals that float around in the air we breathe cause us to pack on the pounds. Science types have done studies, believe me.
5) Law school (which fucking sucks). All the not moving around I have to do in order to be a decent law student is making me fat! I FUCKING KNEW IT! Also, there are tons of empty calories in alcohol which, as I implied earlier, I consume in copious amounts because how the fuck else am I supposed to deal with the stress of law school?

6) and finally: NO SEX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

When I was deciding to go to law school I planned on being single so I could, like, bang with the lady 1Ls and junk. However, in an ironic twist of fate, I decided to begin a relationship with a nice young lady from college and proceeded to do the boyfriend thing. As this relationship was both fairly young and totally awesome, I decided not to break up before the semester started, effectively and simultaneously also deciding to be celibate while in law school. As we all know few activities are more physically exhausting and calorie burnerific (trademark) than a good thrust session, and as I have not had any thrust sessions I haven't burned those precious extra calories.

OK, so you want proof. well, sorry to say i didn't do any research. BUT, the guy in the video below sure did. And as you can probably tell by the causes of fatty fat fatness we both use, i sat on my fat ass and watched it. You do the same... fatties..

broken bones

honestly iun eem know why i try anymore







i guess it's the fear of dying alone









back half broke in a broke down chair
both feet broke but i really don't care
bed not made and the clothes unfold
familiar symptoms, i been told

they say the definition of insanity is trying the same thing again
and expecting it turn out different
punched a wall and it broke my hand
got mad at it and punched it again

took my broken foot and i kicked a can
then my other one, the cycle begins
past midnight and i'm wide awake
fo the second day and night straight

to the drewniverse i escape
minus mask, never had a cape
without chain, no medallion
no name, just white tee stylin

man, fresh as the morning dew
orange red and purple light gleam through
and as the cycle begins anew

i could go back to the old drew




trying to do anything to skirt the real issues







even though it's eatin me away



you know i can't let you go



that's how i know i'm going crazy


but i don't know if i can do this
to feel your touch and your kiss
that's the shit that i miss
but you know what?
i gotta be honest

the way i'm feeling right now, i don't know how it's gon work
i know we can deal with these goblins
but we wont just be doing it now, cause i know you'll be trying
and that's the problem

it just won't be the same

but does that mean it just shouldn't be at all?

i guess i'm saying why do we always love the ones who hurt?
treat 'em in kind right?
i should be better than that,
but maybe it's iron pyrite

and even though you shine bright
and it's more than just the limelight
it's your glow
and ooh, girl, i love it so

it's just right now iunno

kharma

so this is what i get, huh? this is me now? all those things i did and this is how you get me? this kharma thing is a real vindictive bitch. you know, i've done my dirt. i've broken my hearts, hell, we all have. but the one time i try to do the really for real right thing and not love these hoes, this. this? really, this? i mean i've never actually BEEN the good guy before. i always have had at least 1 other one on the side. always! and i don't think i ever made any pretenses that i didn't have other ones. in high school it was "uhh, yeah. there are other girls. i'm 16, whadya want me to do, marry you NOW? meh, i'm just tryna have fun". in college it was, "nah, i don't really believe in the whole 'boyfriend/girlfriend' thing. it's all just a big fallacy anyway. just an arbitrary label society makes us wear so we don't have to tell our parents 'i want you to meet the person i'm putting penis inside/giving up my va jay jay to this semester'. it's a big joke! the only real titles are 'fiance' and 'spouse', so i hope you don't espect me to miss out on all this random college yum yum because we both like trainspotting and UGK. i'm only 19 so, hey, i'm just having fun". even after graduation when i finally gave in to the idea of having a girlfriend who wasn't just an excuse to make sexy time, it was, "i'm done playing around with scattered ass girls. but i ain't for the dating just to have somethinf tip. you can have that one. i'm cool with mine. man this single life is the shit, what with the no naggin questions, and the 'who was that bitch i seen you with' questions. now i can weed these girls out and find the good ones and keep them to myself. i mean, i'm 22: time to build the strong team so i can have fun" but now, for once in my life it's, "i look around and don't see anybody that's worth the risk of losing her. she must be special. i'm 24, and her and i are fun together". but this hatin ass hater kharma... she hit me with the okie doke. she got me. i got got. i guess that's the fate of all of us wannabe players masquerading as good guys our whole lives. when you finally start to live the part, finally actually do the good guy thing thinking you got kharma figured out, you turn around to look for her intent on gloating about how she missed you, how she didn't get you, and then you finally see her and ...

 

cold mother ffffffuuuuu-

sleepy time blues

good sleep is a myth. you never really get it. i've never gotten "good" sleep. the only sleep i've ever gotten is "whatever i could afford at the time" sleep, or "not quite enough" sleep, or "i didn't get any" sleep. yesterday, i got sleep. twice. and it was adequate, but none of it was "good". i woke up feeling refreshed, but sluggish once, and terrible from wings and beer the second time. every time i wake up i feel cheated; either i feel like the sleep was just about to get good, or that dream was getting to the big payoff and now it's gone forever. sleep and i have a very complicated relationship. sleep never let's me have it when it would be beneficial, like at night, or when i have a few hours and could use a nap. but when i don't want it sleep just HAS to get at me NOW. it's usually in an inappropriate situation: i can always find a way to fall asleep in class, or fall asleep in church, or even once behind the wheel of my car (in the neighborhood and i woke up before i hit anything... well, before i hit anything head on). it also has to get at me at times i'd rather be doing other things. when i wanna watch that movie at 10:30 sleep wants to meet up at 10:25. or when i'm at that basketball game and it's getting good, like it's really close in the third so you know the fourth is gonna be exciting, sleep wants to show me pictures of it's cat, or weave a basket or some eff''n thing. and sometimes those inappropriate sleeps are the best feeling sleeps. but you can't even enjoy those because of how wrong you know it is.

long story short is that no sleep, even the good feeling ones, are "good". well, at least for me.

10 minute break pt 2: the redux

this is the point in my career where i start to think i might have been better suited choosing a different path in life.

i really like taking my break to write about shit that's on my mind rather than spending hard earned bucks on shitty kiosk food.

all my professors this year that i didn't have last year seem to really believe in their knowledge of the law, and don't get me wrong, they're really smart, but damn. you don't have to make a brother feel like an a-hole for not quite being there yet.

part of me wants to grow my fro back. i know i won;t be able to wear one again until i prove myself as a serious legal mind, so while i'm a silly 1L-2L i want to do it one last time.... also i wanna beat Ashley's fro

paying attention in class is for squares. like pants!

i figure that with my health, advances in modern medicine, and my future high income, it's not unrealistic to believe i could live to be 245-300 years.

there's this wicked awesome looking fan made Pokemon game that appears to run on the SFIII engine. if you're not creaming your pants 1) clearly you're not a nerd, and thus should reevaluate your life, and/or 2) you lack the vision to truly understand the gravity of that proclamation. let me spell it out: imagine you took the most bad-ass fighting monsters on Nintendo's roster (that are bipedal) and instead of having to wait your turn to throw an attack, you just had them go at it in a 1-on-1 no holds barred two round match. if that doesn't do it for you, just watch this. see.? wow...

was ithe only one that watched the pro bowl and thought: "wow. this is really really bad"

alert level juris

you ever get that feeling that through no real misstep, no real slip up, no real fault of your own, you made a really big mistake? that's how i feel right now. i feel like i did most everything right: i graduated high school in the top 10% of my class, graduated with honors from college, started working right away, then i got into post graduate education. whoopee, right? well there's a problem: i went to law school. and I'm starting to feel like it was a fool's decision more and more.

don't get me wrong, it's a great opportunity to do fulfilling work and make a a lot of money, (but volunteers can do fulfilling work, and the lotto is also a good opportunity to make a lot of money and they won't put you almost $200k in the hole). but that really is only true for those who don't have to pay their way through with loans (remember that $200k hole?). for people like me it's more like i gotta hope i do well enough to  put myself in position to rub elbows with the right people, because, let's face it, the only people who get jobs that payout enough to cover the cost of school are the ones who schmooze the best.

the top students in the class don't necessarily get the best jobs, the self promoters do. that's logical fallacy of law school number 1. logical fallacy number 2 is that law school = future success and financial windfall. that's what attracted me to it in the first place. the idea that i could do something where i could help people and make bread doing it was all i needed to know. law school was for me. the third logical fallacy of law school is what i just mentioned: the fulfilling work. yes, there are Gloria Allred types out there who advocate for causes they believe in and earn a nice living doing it (not to mention a reputation), but to be fair, it's usually only the full-ride kids who can justify "doing it for the love, not the money" type jobs. the rest of us federal and bank loan students have to get gigs that can cover those loans. we are the soulless bloodsuckers who give lawyers a bad name, but we only do so out of necessity. it's the way the system is set up. these law schools have to provide us with an immense pool of resources just to learn us the law and how to use it. in order to fund all that, especially for private schools (like mine), they charge us ridiculously high tuition. in my case when you add on fees, I'll be paying around $60k/year. 6-0. if my applications hadn't been sabotaged, (but that's another blog) I'd be in state at a state school and I'd be paying $13-$24k/year.

but I'm getting away from the real issue with law school: the real job market. when i graduate there will be hundreds of jobs available. hundreds of jobs with thousands of applicants. and each applicant without a scarlet "H" or navy "Y" on their diploma is already at a disadvantage. among the jobs that don't hire exclusively from the ivy, you have to deal with the other of the several top 40 schools in the greater NY area. once those jobs get filled, it's time to push for job as a PD or ADA which will earn you between $40k and $100k/year, which sounds good until you consider cost of living in NY. what $400/mth would get me in Durham I'd be paying $1000+ for up here. now scale that up to a home suitable for a person with a law degree. now add on price of gas, food, doctor bills, repairs -- oh yeah, and the $2,000+ you'll be paying in loans each month... get it? unsustainable. then there are the clerk positions that you could get as a 1L-2L in law school. that's what the next bit of us have to look forward to. now let's consider my unique situation: I'm not only going to have to glad-hand my way into a decent gig, but I'm going to have to do so while convincing a firm in NC that my NY education will translate to NC law. and that's if I'm lucky enough to find a job at all... did i mention that there's a very real possibility that i could go through law school and do everything right and intern over the summers and STILL wind up jobless and in debt? because that's true, too.

so I'm starting to not feel very good about my life choices. but, hey, there's always the JD-MBA route...

so tell me, what do you think about your path in life?