There's No Competition in Law School: T-Minus 8 Hours...

...until we are all 2Ls.

But Houston, we have a problem: our Con Law exam stands between us and freedom. And unfortunately, Motivation seems to have forgotten we have an exam, and hasn't bothered to show up.

Please come back baby. I promise not to hurt you any more. I promise it will be like old times; I'll drop the cynicism and care about school again. I'll go back to being a bright eyed, eager, idealistic law student!

On second thought, fuck that shit. I like being jaded, not to mention Motivation gave really lousy head.

Now, what to do about that pesky exam? If only I had decided to go to one of those heathen secular schools, an offer of oral sex might actually get me out of the exam instead of getting me kicked out of law school. I guess I will have to content myself with typing up my outline and being a nelly bottom for the curve.

We Came. We Were Snarky. We Disbanned.

The short story: we blogged pretty voraciously while in law school until halfway through our 3L year when law school drama interceded. We abruptly shut down, fearing exposure that would impact our full-time employment options.

Sometimes, there is, unfortunately, no humor in law school or the legal profession.

That was years ago. Since then, we're all gainfully employed. Of the LawBitches, one is a partner and two others are associates in small firms, two are solo practitioners, one works for the government, one is an in-house counsel, one work in non-traditional job in corporate America, and two are also adjunct professors at a law school.

The point is: we all survived. But if you ask us if we're happy? Or if we'd do it over again? Well, you'd get differing responses.

The bottom line: Before you decide to go to law school, be aware -- be very aware -- of what you are getting yourself into.

T-Minus 8 Hours...

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