My law school odyssey: three years, three time zones and beyond.
Without publicly airing too much dirty laundry or recent events, I have some real personal counsel for people considering law school.
I had my first facetime meeting with my judge today, to review the first opinion I've ever written. All went very, very well.
Did not intend to alarm anyone with previous post. All is sunshine-y, no worries.
It has come to my attention that comments are apparently broken. "You really must make the move to Movable Type," says Patrick. In truth, I've already begun to do exactly that; thanks to dear Xrlq, my MT server is installed and allegedly functional. I just need to get the proper shade of purple going on in the templates, get the domain online, and oh yes, learn how Movable Type frickin' works.
Today marked the midpoint of my judicial externship. This is only unusual in the fact that the gig started less than three weeks ago, and finishes less than three weeks hence.
More fun with the district's word-processing software:
Apparently a lot of people who graduated from my law school are also Princeton alumni.
A fourth man appeared at the issue-tracking meeting today. I was intrigued -- a mystery fourth male attorney? -- but the fellow eventually turned out to be a judge.
Well, this is nice:
I'm not sure which surprises me more: how many of the staff attorneys went to my law school, or how many of them are female.
There supposedly exists a California Manual of Style. In fact, I'm positive that it exists: I've seen one, on the vacant secretary's desk outside my office. But no one seems to need it, because everything in the judiciary is done by macro.