#1l law student

[abeltownshipslittlebitch]

Finished my last final so I am officially done with my first semester in law school!!!

I won’t know about my grades until right before I go back to class in January but I’m freeeeeee!!!

[finisheachday]

Things my law school profs have said out of context: winter semester edition

- We can’t have everything someone says be contractually binding. What would the politicians do?

- Class is cancelled Tuesday. I will be in a four hour Zoom meeting with people I don’t really want to talk to

- One sexual act to rule them all

- Key message: be depressed rather than hopeful

- Oh morally he’s a bastard

- The question is not whether you could get sued. It’s whether you could be sued successfully

- It’s not a crime to want somebody dead

- So we’re sitting around discussing exculpatory clauses, as people do

- I added the underline there just to make it *~fancy~*

- March is the month when everyone in [insert locale here] convinces themselves “It’ll be nice when it gets to March”, and then March comes and beats us down like rats

- Where am I going with that? Sorry, thought evaporated. Cancel that.

- We’ll see it’s actually not quite difficult. I don’t know what my problem was

- And here is where…I despair. I don’t despair often, but every time I look at this, I have no clue what’s going on here

- I might actually be sad when it’s gone because I love complaining about it

- Maybe Parliament is pretty nice anyway. But, it turns out they’re not.

[divinotes]

Rough Week All-Around

I received 3 rejections from fellowships and internships and bro, that sucked.

I know it is tough to get summer-ships for law school but I always underestimate how disheartening dejection feels when you work so hard.

It was not meant for me, and a better opportunity is coming my way (I hope lol).

[stories-from-law-school]

In class talking about intent.

Another student: “well, if you shoot a gun at someone, you don't necessarily intend to harm them."

[antigonescholar]

adjusting to not having Suchinder to spend my entire day with at school is going poorly

[esotericandmacabre]

October 29, 2023

Much to do as per usual, but I'm handling the stress better now. I hadn't realized how valuable being able to triage would be in law school, but I have finally learned. I've stopped most of the bleeding and am feeling better for it. I also made the time to be quite social this week, as I was an actor in a local murder mystery and hosted family over the weekend. I have wrapped up my open memo, completed my readings in torts, civ pro, and property for tomorrow, and am up to date on my torts outline. I have a few loose ends to tie up before being able to step into this week with complete confidence, but I'm not worried. I have been having pretty uncomfortable dreams lately (trying to remove a worm speared lengthwise on a needle only to accidentally de-sleeve it), but I'm hoping I can stop remembering my dreams with more practice. Yet another skill I am eager to possess. Thank you for your time, I'll reach out again soon.

[casuallyirregular]

Waiting for my 1st semester grades is one of the worst experiences ever. Don’t recommend.

[queenboimler]

by 4pm today i will officially be DONE with my 2L year

this is the year of schooling that's made me genuinely hate school and higher education

if i hadnt already spent so much money and taken on so many loans, I would have dropped out

[ziggyandleo]

Legal research is like "oh wonderful! I found a case that's relevant" and then realizing it's in the wrong fucking jurisdiction.

[vividstardustrevolution]

Disabled people (both people with physical disabilities and people with psychological disabilities) should be able to get housing, food, medical needs, etc met without having to work or stay in school. ...Okay, really, everyone deserves access to free or affordable housing, food, and medical care, but disabled people ESPECIALLY deserve it because if I, a law student with "low support needs" autism, depression, GAD, OCD, and ADHD, cannot afford to take a break from school and take a semester off because I'd have to start repaying my loans because I had to drop down to three credits last fall and because I would have to get a job, so it wouldn't really be a break (which, I have had one job in my life, and I'm not fully convinced it wasn't a fluke, and also, trying to maintain a job when you have disabilities is difficult), I can only imagine that disabled people with higher support needs are even more fucked than me when it comes to being able to get housing and food and medical care without much, if any, funding.

Yes, Medicaid, Medicare, Food Stamps, and housing programs exist in the US, but, uh, I hate to break it to y'all, but that doesn't fully fix the problem, at all. There are a lot of old apartment complexes that are straight up inaccessible if you use a wheelchair. I'm living in one now. Applying for Medicaid and other programs can be a pain in the ass, especially when you're disabled.

"Just live with your parents!" My parents were emotionally abusive and emotionally neglectful, transphobic, and they literally harassed me so much during my 1L year that I still have nightmares.

"Live with a roommate!" I tried to. It went fucking terribly.

"Are you really disabled if you're able to be in law school?" YES. YES I AM.

Actually, on that note, law schools and the law profession need to become more accommodating for disabled people ASAP. Buck v. Bell needs to be overturned. Courts should be wheelchair accessible. Having to get past seven plus different forms of ableism just to graduate and pass the bar is ridiculous. Seriously, can we get some resources for disabled people in law school and the law profession, please?

Disabled rights matter, and we have every right to be able to live in peace and get our needs met, regardless of our support needs, disabilities, or anything else.

[drurrito]

I wrote this fairly quickly bc my crim prof is painfully hot and I am suffering as a result. All mistakes are mine.

Pairings: LawStudent!Reader x LawProfessor!Wanda

Warnings: like one cuss word lol -- reader's age is not specified and neither is Wanda's at this point -- if you want to be a K-thru-JD, be my guest.

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You’re staring at the heavy wooden door in front of you. Your eyes trace over the markings, this building is your favorite on campus because of the architecture. It was once a grand library in the late 1800s and now it holds most of your 1L classes. It’s also home to the office of your Criminal Law Professor whom you’re supposed to be meeting with in a few seconds.

You let out a long exhale as you stare at your watch. You try to ignore how sweaty your palm is as you clench your hand into a fist to knock on the door.

“Come in,” your professor’s voice is calm, with no hint as to why you were summoned to her office in the first place. It came through an email yesterday afternoon after class. You blinked at your screen while your friends teased you about being in trouble. 

Are you in trouble?

You step into her office and she’s sitting at her desk writing something down. 

“You wanted to see me, Professor Maximoff?”

“Yes,” she sets down her pen, “can I get you anything? Water? Tea?” She gives you a warm smile that would normally disarm anyone but it only makes you stiffen with nerves.

“No thank you, professor. I’m good.”

“Sure," she leans back in her chair and gives you a serious look that makes you flinch, "what did you think of the lesson yesterday? Any questions?”

Did she really call me in here to talk about yesterday’s lesson?

“No, professor, none that I can think of. Inchoate crimes seem pretty straightforward,” you nervously nod and her lips twitch into a smile.

“I look forward to reading your analysis on it for tomorrow’s discussion board then.”

“I’m just about done with it,” you breathe, it was the truth. You know you won’t see your class ranking until after your first year of law school but it seems to already be obvious to everyone that you’re top of the class. It’s not by luck, you've always had to work harder than everyone else to get where you needed to be. It does help that you’ve wanted to go to law school since you were a child. Now that you’re here, everything just clicks.

“Y/N,” Profesor Maximoff’s voice makes your eyes snap to hers. Her usually bright shade of hazel eyes are now much, much darker.  

“You’re a good student, you know that right?"

That makes you clear your throat, “thank you, professor, I’m just trying to make the most of this opportunity — it’s pretty busy at times.”

“You must be too busy to realize how you come across as well.”

“I’m sorry?” You have to ask to make sure you heard her correctly. 

“You realize this is the first time you’ve held eye contact with me for more than three seconds?" She crosses her arms and that makes you tense even more.

“You’ve been counting?”

“At some point, yes. It’s like clockwork," she unfolds one arm to frame her face and you can't help but appreciate her jawline and the perfectly manicured finger that's tapping away at her cheek.

You have to look away and take a breath. You feel like an idiot for having such obvious tells. Of course, if Sam and Bucky can clock your nervous habits, Professor Maximoff can too.

“You don’t let your eyes land on me for too long, they bounce around the room a lot, like right now.”

Your eyes fall on her again, but this time you make it a point to hold it for as long as you can physically bear it.

“I’m sorry, Professor. I’m not rude, just shy at times. I can see how that comes off as standoffish.”

“It’s okay,” she gives you a nod with a smile. It’s the same combo she gives during her lectures. You only know this because you’re its number-one fan. Your jaw reflexively drops but you quickly pick it back up before she notices.

“You know,” she slides out of her plush leather chair and saunters out from behind her desk, “at first I did think you were just rude.”

She shrugs for a beat before stepping closer to you, “but then I think about how often you hold the door for me.”

And closer.

“And how you say ‘good morning’ or ‘good afternoon’ whenever you pass me on campus.”

And closer.

“Now, it all makes sense.”

Your cheeks begin to burn, you want to step back to give her space but she’s already a breath away from you by the time your brain can form the idea.

“Y/n.”

“Yes, professor?”

“Do you like me?”

Fuck.

She asks it so innocently you almost forget where you are. You're not two people casually exploring each other's fascination with one another. You're not on some kind of date, she’s your professor and you’re just a 1L. She watches your throat squirm as you swallow. Your mouth is now bone dry. 

“I…it’s--just a little crush, yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, professor,” you respond so quickly and she hums in praise. Something pulls deep in your belly but you don’t have any time to figure out what it is before Professor Maximoff speaks again.

“Just a little?”

She leans impossibly closer to you. Your eyes don’t have a single corner to escape to, your breathing is shallow and sporadic. 

“Yeah.”

She doesn’t correct you this time and you can’t help but feel a heavy pang of want. You watch a smirk stretch across her face and you feel like prey that’s about to fall victim to--

“That’ll be all, y/n—please close the door on your way out.”

She backs away before you do, turning on her heel to sit at her desk just the way you found her.

You stand there dumbly nodding for a moment. She subtly raises an eyebrow in your direction and that’s when your limbs begin to move towards the door. You quietly shut the door behind you before slumping against it, air filling your lungs once again. You shake off whatever you're feeling and head home, still trying to wrap your head around what just happened. 

[abeltownshipslittlebitch]

Screaming crying and throwing up because I have my first law school final tomorrow I am not excited for this

[finisheachday]

09.04.23

“There is an art, it says, or rather, a knack to flying. The knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss.” —Douglas Adams

To all the incoming 1Ls: you will never feel like you know what’s going on. You will start to understand that that’s okay.

The pink highlighters must have succeeded in summoning Elle Woods’ spirit because I got an honourable mention for best oralist in my moot (a title with too much innuendo for my liking). I’ve handed in too many year-end assignments to count, written my contracts final, and bought my first suit for when I start my summer job. I am illogically nervous for my criminal law final tomorrow morning. See you on the flip side.

Listening to:

About Damn Time—Lizzo

[divinotes]

Week 2 of the Spring Semester

I started and ended the week with coffee shop studying. If anyone is looking for a sign to submit that application/resume/scholarship.

This is it!

I bamboozled myself and waited a little longer than I should have.

[stories-from-law-school]

Yesterday my friend was googling "better alternatives to coffee for staying awake" and if that doesn't sum up my law school experience, I don't know what does.

[tea-tuesday]

got some interest in my hobonichi from my last post so wanted to share my hobonichi planners from law school and talk a little about them :))

yellow omelette cover was for 1L, josef čapek's doggie and pussycat was 2L, and hiroko kubota's tokyo metronome is my current 3L planner!! they are all the original a6 planner that starts in april 🌸 to keep them clean, i added a clear cover on cover.

i would like to say i am creative or extremely organized but alas, i just use them to write down my hw assignments (otherwise i forget) or daily to-do lists. at the top, i write down my appointments and highlight them in yellow. on days i don't have anything to do, the whole page is blank🙈 as a student, this system worked well for me because i don't use google calendar/notion or any online platform (i don't sync anything to my phone). i think once i start working after graduation, i'm going to switch to hobonichi weeks or a less daunting planner just so i can keep track of my appointments. sometimes a full empty blank page scares me.. like staring into the abyss.....