Pure Dicta
DJ is my commute buddy. I was shocked to learn that we are the only ones in our class commuting from the opposite side of the water.
DJ is a stellar example of the type of student that surrounds you in law school. I guess he is in his late thirties with a 16 year old daughter and younger son. He is an eighth grade teacher who wants to study law and eventually open his own alternative school with a friend. It is easy to feel out of place with this kind of peer group.
On the inside, part of me still goes into shock when our professor says the word "sex" or "prostitute" or when we discuss a wide range of sexual activity through the scope of criminal law. The other part of me embraces this bump up on the maturity ladder-- as a law student, I feel people in the real world, as well as my professor and fellow students, will grant me more credibility and respect.
In fact, there is a stigma of prestige in being a law student. People assume you are smart and driven and tend to look upon you with an undeserved admiration. For this very reason, I hate to tell people that I am a law student. If there is anything I hate, it is receiving undeserved admiration or credit.
Individuals begin to pop out in class from the sea of strange faces. By day three I have already identified the students who never run out of opinions to share with the class. There are two types of law students: 1) those who like to dominate class discussion in a way I can only classify as "showing off" and 2) those who sincerely ask questions and make comments in order to learn.
Law classes are a jumble of confusion. You ask the professor a question and he answers with another question. When the professor asks the class a question, all answers case you to second-guess your own opinions.
In law school, there are no answers.
DJ is a stellar example of the type of student that surrounds you in law school. I guess he is in his late thirties with a 16 year old daughter and younger son. He is an eighth grade teacher who wants to study law and eventually open his own alternative school with a friend. It is easy to feel out of place with this kind of peer group.
On the inside, part of me still goes into shock when our professor says the word "sex" or "prostitute" or when we discuss a wide range of sexual activity through the scope of criminal law. The other part of me embraces this bump up on the maturity ladder-- as a law student, I feel people in the real world, as well as my professor and fellow students, will grant me more credibility and respect.
In fact, there is a stigma of prestige in being a law student. People assume you are smart and driven and tend to look upon you with an undeserved admiration. For this very reason, I hate to tell people that I am a law student. If there is anything I hate, it is receiving undeserved admiration or credit.
Individuals begin to pop out in class from the sea of strange faces. By day three I have already identified the students who never run out of opinions to share with the class. There are two types of law students: 1) those who like to dominate class discussion in a way I can only classify as "showing off" and 2) those who sincerely ask questions and make comments in order to learn.
Law classes are a jumble of confusion. You ask the professor a question and he answers with another question. When the professor asks the class a question, all answers case you to second-guess your own opinions.
In law school, there are no answers.
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