So in my habit of shunning prep classes for standardize testing, I borrowed a 3 yr old LSAT prep book, studied and got a 154. Three to four rejection letters later I got a package from a little fourth-tier school in Boston ( I didn't even know what a tier was) offering me a scholarship. I had never been to Boston and since I didn't get in anywhere else, off I went!
Through a housing meeting at the law school I found a roommate who soon earned the named "Vile Karin". When I said I was a non-smoker I assumed that meant all things that could be smoked - I guess the devil's in the details. It was an okay year, my first taste of the Lonely Law (to be defined later) and a pretty wicked cool city. But once I learned what a tier was and that I could never imagine myself shoveling snow or scraping ice off windows, back South I went. I transferred to a small Baptist law school, to the land of turnip greens and plaid bow-ties. I fought with the Lonely Law for two more years and managed to graduate with honors.
What do you call a med student that graduates at the bottom of their class? Doctor.
What do you call a law student that graduates in the top 25% of their class with no legal connections? Unemployed!
