Tag Archives: law school oral arguments

I survived my oral argument and lived to see another day

5 Apr

Yes, that happened today. Next, a fancy pants law firm in Jackson will host a competition between the top 15 hand-selected 1L oral arguers. There is fame and fortune to be had for the top contenders. In addition to the ca$h money awarded, the top four are invited to join moot court.

Overall, it was a sufficiently humiliating. Throughout your argument the judges intervene with interrogating questions  and provide a lengthy, lengthy critique afterwards.

They complimented me on my vocabulary and natural public speaking voice, but apparently I fidget and look highly uncomfortable. Um, yeah. Sounds pretty accurate to me.

But as Dalaney always reminds me when I’m feeling insecure, at least I’m good at Scramble.

Oh, and this happened. The planning of fall 2012.

Family Law, Evidence, Wills & Estates, and Corporations.

I still need one more class but I’m on the wait-list for Civil Procedure II.

You would have thought it was New Year’s Eve the way we sat next to our computers, counting down the seconds until the clock struck 12. And, literally, my computer froze for maybe 20 seconds and bam! the class vultures swooped in and commandeered every seat. I don’t want to devolve too much online, in fear of someone planning a burglary while we’re MIA studying the law, but I will say there’s a high probability that Dalaney and I will be taking all the same classes.

It’s official. We’re butt stuck. Or just in love. I’m not sure which.

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May it please the court, your Honor

29 Mar

Whoa, buddy that’s one big, hot picture.

Yesterday signaled the beginning of oral arguments, the pinnacle moment of many 1L’s first year. The sole reason they came to law school: to argue in public.

For the other half of the class, we’re just plain terrified.

Counselor Dalaney approached the judges today, and I tried to fulfill the role of proud-supportive-wife-of-a-handsome-law-student.  He looked so darling on the Vespa that I couldn’t help but snap away. Plus, he totally rocked his argument.

Although I was barred from watching, I told him I felt like his fraternal twin. His pain was my pain. His aches, my aches. His woes, my woes. As for me, I’m scheduled to go next Wednesday. So, yes, I’m left feeling this pain all weekend long.

And so far, the only thing I can really focus on is what to wear…