tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541537968678274582.post6335851995358761938..comments2023-11-02T06:58:20.133-05:00Comments on The Lovin Spoonful: Orientation: A reviewMollyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10475737853822827970noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541537968678274582.post-89859238472195416162012-01-07T11:58:01.302-06:002012-01-07T11:58:01.302-06:00cool!cool!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07541588288546408082noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541537968678274582.post-19379699609227866412009-09-08T23:05:04.878-05:002009-09-08T23:05:04.878-05:00Ahh, the memories....
Two of mine:
1. One of our...Ahh, the memories....<br /><br />Two of mine:<br /><br />1. One of our orientation presentations was on how common it is for lawyers to become alcoholics, watching for the signs, etc. This lecture was followed by a student bar association sponsored party with kegs.<br /><br />2. A guy in my small section dropped out in the first week because his girlfriend got kidnapped and turned up in South (North?) Carolina. We were all very worried about him, but our professor assured us he would get most of his tuition back. I think we also used him as inspiration--after all, even at it's worst, law school isn't *that* bad!Merylhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10483427699554329227noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2541537968678274582.post-8793594435031028762009-08-28T11:43:33.903-05:002009-08-28T11:43:33.903-05:00Here is my orientation story. It is basically the...Here is my orientation story. It is basically the only thing I remember from that 2 days (other than the presence of the guy from my small section who just never showed up to class).<br /><br />We were in a huge lecture hall that was freezing. Between every big group thing, the 2 and 3Ls running the show would give away door prizes. Some were simple things like mugs. Some were bookstore gift certificates. And some were big, like the $60 hooded sweatshirts that I had decided I couldn't justify buying for myself. Originally, they were calling out one name for each item. Towards the end of orientation, though, everyone was getting a bit tired and sloppy. So they would just announce these are the 4 items, here are the 4 names, come on down and claim what you want. For about an hour, I had been eyeing that hooded sweatshirt and its soft, warm goodness. I didn't hear any of the presentations because all I could think about was how wonderful that thick, warm sweatshirt would feel over my goose-bump covered arms. They announced the 4 names and hallelujiah mine was one of them. Now, I was sitting towards the back of the room, but I was going to get that damn sweatshirt! I don't think I knocked anyone down, but I did get there first and there was running involved. I strode back to my seat victoriously and warmly to a round of envious applause. (everyone else had been eyeing that sweatshirt, too.) Took me about 2 seconds to get that sweatshirt on.<br /><br />I do not recall anything at all about the substance of law school orientation. But I still have that precious sweatshirt.Shttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12429147325673256508noreply@blogger.com