There's No Competition in Law School: Not Sure If I'd Want to Defend Him

An MBA student pulled into the parking garage ahead of me this morning. His license plate, which was in an Arizona State University Alumni license plate holder, read: WHISKY2.

Um, is it just me or is that guy basically screaming to the cops, "Pull me over for a DWI!"?

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.

Not Sure If I'd Want to Defend Him

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