A partner you can count on

This past week, all the 1L's participated in settlement negotiations. Each class had a client and was going against another class and their client. Students in the class paired off and went against a pair from their oppossing class in order to try to settle whatever case they had.

So one class our prof. wanted us to pick partners. So most people scrambled trying to get a cool partner or partner with their buddy. I was lazy that day and didn't attempt to beg someone to be my partner. So I got stuck with whoever was left over. Let me introduce my co-counsel, Fratty McFrat D-bag, attorney at law and professional slacker.

I didn't really see this as a big problem, I can generally work with anyone. However, it is hard to work with a partner that doesn't show up. My opposition are these two girls, one is a very nice, shy young lady, very non-aggressive. The other is the exact opposite, a complete biatch, daddy has bought everything for her, and she owns the world.

So settlement negotiations get started. I'm sitting on my side of the table, next to an empty seat. The negotiations went well. We settled the case and I came out on top as far as monetary value. Next, we have to draft a settlement agreement and everyone has to sign it. It is due a week after the negotiations.

The next day, McFratty finds me and gives me a half-ass apology. I accepted his apology (I figure everyone deserves a second chance). Then he asks me what he needs to do to get his name on the settlement agreement. I went to go speak with our Professor about what to do. He said I needed to include him in drafting our settlement agreement. Ok, cool, i can do that.

Fastforward one more week. The group, including McFratty, decides to get together and write out agreement out. Guess who doesn't show up? McFrat. The guy is a total slacker. I'm not about to give him a 3rd chance to redeem himself. The girls and i finish writing our agreement without McFrat's input. I went to talk to our Prof about what to do, letting him know i was very frustrated in having to pull the weight of me and him. So he cut him out of the entire assignment, giving him a big zero.

I reckon there is a little justice in an injust law school culture.

bad week

I’ve had the worst week. I’ll list the events that have happened since last Friday up until this Friday:

Friday- I had a wreck (my first wreck ever since I started driving) on a very busy 6 lane highway. I struck a forerunner and a service van. My car is totaled.
My memo is due soon, the wreck put me behind schedule by 3 days (police, insurance, doctor visits, etc.)
Tuesday- I get called on in contracts. It was rough.
Thursday- I have a conference with my Professor to go over what I have done on my memo so far. To sum up what he said, “This is crap, you have tons of work to do.”
Thursday evening- leaving the library to go get a quick bite to eat, I’m driving my dad’s car, (mine is totaled, remember.) I rear ended an Indian, or Pakistani woman. She can barely speak English. To describe how this happened, we’re on an on ramp, yielding to 5 o’clock rush hour traffic. She is first in line, I’m right behind her. The lane becomes clear, she let’s off her brake and hits her gas to go. I turn my head to look to yield, it is still clear. I tap the gas, turn back, guess who is still sitting there in the lane? That’s right, this foreign woman. She is driving a Toyato Corolla which crumples like paper. I luckily have no damage. 2 wrecks in 6 days.
I’m still behind on my memo that is due Monday. (It will be a long weekend of work)
Friday- because our Tort’s professor chooses to romp around the country interviewing future law professors, he cancels class. So to meet ABA requirements, we have to make up for 2 classes today. So I sit in Torts for 2 ½ hours rotting away. (still behind on my memo)

So any encouraging words would be appreciated. I’m still working hard on this memo due Monday and prepping for finals that are fast approaching. No time to feel sorry for myself.

What a nice suit you have, you must be successful!

So I’m out at a new bar Friday night checking things out with some friends. It had been a long week, and a few drinks were long overdue. The bar was crowded and loud. The crowd consisted of mainly “young professionals” hovering around the age of 24-30. The females are dressed nicely, but were fairly consistently the self-absorbed, loud, pretentious type… Not my cup of tea, but fun to watch, and make fun of from afar.

The guys at the bar were the type that I love to hate. Maybe my number one pet-peeve in life is guys in their 20s out at bars at 11pm that are still wearing their coat and tie from the “office”, or whatever traveling salesman job they might have. I don’t know what is more pathetic, that these guys came straight from work to the bar (some 6 hours prior), or that they actually think it is helping them open the door with the ladies. Here is conversation I overheard between one of these guys to one of these girls:

Cool Guy: Where are you from, little lady?
Girl: Oh, I’m from Anytown, USA
Cool Guy: I love Anytown! I’ve made a lot of money in Anytown. Hey bartender, put her next drink on my tab.
Girl (obviously impressed with the suit): Oh really? What do you do?
Cool Guy: I sell commercial roofing. I did all of the roofing for the Anytown school system.
Girl: …….. <--- Girl walking away with her free drink

Even more pathetic are the 40 or 50-something DUI-attorney, used car salesman looking guys that are still wearing their full suit at 11pm in a bar that is clearly 20-30 years younger than they are. This can be either a pair of old men or one guy all by himself. He generally stands in the corner watching the girls with a creepy grin on his face. Who are these people, and where did they come from?

The point is, I’m obviously jealous that these people have jobs and get to wear suits. If you ever need any commercial roofing, I know a guy…

soooo....TMI anyone?

I threw up in my mouth a little bit this morning. Not because of bad milk on my cereal or funky coffee, but because of the stupidity of some of my classmates. I got to class early, and was sitting in the room trying to prepare for my pending doom. Concentration went out the window, then the acid started...finally, I just had to leave. So much for getting to class early.