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Tales From An Unsuspecting T14 1L: Gearing Up For Exams

Professors are evil.

We are almost done with classes.

The first day law of school seems so far away, but we are basically here. Even before Thanksgiving, most of us have already entered exam preparation mode in one way or another.

Although there was some net good this fall, I will be at equilibrium for the coming weeks at best. There will be more to say on how I and others handle exam preparation later. For now, here is my take on my interactions with people close to us students as the term comes to a close.

Professors are evil.

Yes, I said it.

Although these professors have not changed much from my first impressions, each has found a way to frustrate us all.

When it comes to structure, I do not know what they want. Each professor has completely different writing styles and criteria expected on what at first appeared to be the same type of exam. Some have barely referenced the exam. And the few who have already had review sessions have only left me more confused.

When it comes to substance, they do not know what they want. There are some courses where it seems everything we learned applies to the simplest of fact patterns. And I cringe every time a professor cold calls someone about something we learned from week two. There has also been contradictions and tensions with these rules. And if you try to ask a professor to resolve them, they magically answer every question in the world but the one you asked.

Staff are saints.

Whether its maintenance staff, dining staff, administration staff, or the like, they all see our faces or hear our tired voices. And they are some of the nicest and most hardworking people here.

This goes especially for the staff of color. Many of them stop me to genuinely ask how I am doing. We remember each other’s names. And if we have never met they will still smile from across a room.

For days, staff members can be the only nonlawyers or law students I interact with. And being reminded that there are other people out there not drinking the same Kool Aid has done wonders for my mental health.

I do not know what my friends and family are like anymore.

Don’t worry. It is not that I do not talk to them anymore. The conversations are just shorter and more spread out. I can’t keep track of what is going on in their lives and I do not tell them much about mine because I am unsure if I would just bore them.

No one misunderstands that I am busy. But I do miss them. And when there are problems going on at home, I wish was there to be with them.

Thankfully, I have made some amazing friends here, and will be having Thanksgiving with some of them even though I am staying at school to study.

Wish me luck.


Earl Grey (not his real name) is currently a 1L at a T14 law school. You can reach him by email at [email protected].