Friday, August 28th, 2009 | Law School

That’s how I’m defined in law school. I just finished my first full week, not counting Criminal Law during the summer. I went from one course to five (torts, contracts, civil procedure, legal writing, and property law). Before you comment and ask me where my interest lies, I’ll just tell you: I don’t know. I don’t have a clue what I want to practice. Ideally, I’ll make enough to be able to shop at the Gap. That’s the plan anyway. Maybe, just maybe, Banana Republic. But I’d probably need a pretty awesome job for that one. Do they have an outlet?

It’s really interesting looking at what people wear in school. I saw one person in a suit and tie, and one wearing pajama bottoms. It really covers quite the spectrum of clothing. I tend to err on the side of nicer, one step above a t-shirt.

I haven’t been called on yet, although it is just like Legally Blonde. One teacher has a stack of cards with our names on them and draws about ten each class in order to call on people. Although I’ve only contributed a little to the discussions, I think my peers respect me. Is it because of my clear genius? My charm? My wit? My beauty? No. It’s because I told them an easy way to remember which room their classes are in. All of the female professors happen to be in one lecture hall, all of the male professors are in another. Oh well.

1 week down, 89 to go before I am Emily Esquire.