There's No Competition in Law School: You Have My Sympathies

Roberts and I were catching up via Googletalk during our late classes last night since we have no classes together this semester and have yet to actually run into each other in the halls. After commiserating about how he has a 12 hour class day on Mondays, and I countered with a 13.5 hour Monday -- compounded by the fact that the last three days of this semester follow our Monday class schedules -- and just general bitching about spring break already being swallowed by papers and presentations due the week after, Roberts (in his typical cynical style) says:

"Man, law school is the fucking worst. I think I would rather have cancer. At least then people are sympathetic."

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.

You Have My Sympathies

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