In the beginning...

A long long time ago (o.k. really more like 5 years) a naive sorority girl was about to graduate a state university with  dual major in International Affairs and  French.  After an enlightening trip to the career services department where I learned I could use my degree to be a airline ticket reservationist, librarian, or foreign service officer, I realized I needed to join the masses in grad school. I fell for the old line, "you're so good at arguing you ought to be a lawyer"! 

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!