OK. So maybe I have not logged in and updated my blog as often as I really need to. But hey, that is the life in law school. Everything else suffers for the good of the cause.
I have been so out of touch that I didn’t realize that apparently spinach is killing people.
That’s right. I said it. Spinach is killing people. At least that is what I was told.
It all started innocently enough at a recent cook out with my family who I went up to visit on an odd weekend. I asked my sister if she made ‘that spinach dip”? She acted appalled and responded with an exasperated “Don’t you know that spinach will kill you!”
No as a matter of fact I did not. I knew spinach could kill your taste buds with blandness and blah, but I did not know that it would kill you, kill you.
I have never like spinach and spinach has never liked me.
I have had a grudge against spinach for years and now it had come to a head. Spinach had finally made public the fact that it was out to get me. For a moment I didn’t know how. Maybe it would be a drive by at the farmer’s market or perhaps a convenient “slip and fall” on the produce isle. And what if Spinach didn’t kill me but only maimed me and turned me into “gasp” – A vegetable!
Much to my surprise spinach isn’t exactly running around with knives exacting revenge by killing unsuspecting teenagers as they attempt to make party dip. It has something to do with E. Coli bacteria.
The only spinach that I have ever eaten was in dip. And to be real honest, the dip might have been better with out it. So now I have a reason not to have to ever eat spinach again.
The thing that is sticking in my craw is that spinach really was out there gunning for me the whole time. I’ll have to learn to keep my vegetable enemies under a closer watch.
The next time I am with a girl who offers me something that looks vaguely like spinach and says “Here, try this.” I can ask what it is and when she replies “spinach”. I can slap it out of her hand and yell “Good God don’t you know that stuff is deadly? You’re lucky that I was here to save you!”
Goodbye forever you vile weed.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
that guy
Suddenly there he is again
That guy
You know the guy I’m talking about.
A little older – maybe back in back in law school after a long hiatus – maybe here for the first time – maybe he retired or something
He talks all the time. He raises his hand or has a comment at least half a dozen times in every class. Sometimes he does so with only minutes left in class. He always has a question. He always has an answer.
He is the hyperactive old guy.
He is excited to be here, and he shows it. He is, in his mind, is the comeback kid.
There is only one small problem. Everybody already hates him.
I really want to sit him down and talk to him and explain what he needs not to do, but I don’t really care enough about him to do it. On the other hand, if I do not, I will have to sit in class with him and be annoyed every day. Oh the delima. Do I stand back and watch this guy commit social suicide or do I talk with him. It probably won’t do any good anyway. And if I do talk to him, I immediately become a friend to him and he will talk to me all the time. I don’t want to talk to him all the time. I don’t even want to know him. I just want him to not annoy me every day for the rest of the semester.
That guy
You know the guy I’m talking about.
A little older – maybe back in back in law school after a long hiatus – maybe here for the first time – maybe he retired or something
He talks all the time. He raises his hand or has a comment at least half a dozen times in every class. Sometimes he does so with only minutes left in class. He always has a question. He always has an answer.
He is the hyperactive old guy.
He is excited to be here, and he shows it. He is, in his mind, is the comeback kid.
There is only one small problem. Everybody already hates him.
I really want to sit him down and talk to him and explain what he needs not to do, but I don’t really care enough about him to do it. On the other hand, if I do not, I will have to sit in class with him and be annoyed every day. Oh the delima. Do I stand back and watch this guy commit social suicide or do I talk with him. It probably won’t do any good anyway. And if I do talk to him, I immediately become a friend to him and he will talk to me all the time. I don’t want to talk to him all the time. I don’t even want to know him. I just want him to not annoy me every day for the rest of the semester.
Starting my second year of law school
As of Friday, my iron fisted dean relinquished her hold my schedule and I was allowed to complete registration for this fall (this fall being Monday). I am now a full time law student. My room mate faired similarly and is moving to full time as well.
So….
Monday brings about a new year, a new set of obstacles, and a new set of people to either make friends with or grind under my heel.
If the thought of grinding people under your heel makes you laugh – then you are an extreme overbearing “type A” weirdo - and there are some things that you should know:
A. Nobody likes you.
B. Everybody hates you.
C. You should just go eat worms.
I still have a few 1L classes to take. We start fresh in three classes with incoming 1Ls and have two classes with the returning 2Ls. I guess this makes me something like a 1.5L (I think I had a Honda once with that engine).
But that means a whole new set of faces to get used to and also to have to put up with.
Unfortunately in alienates me from the group of students with whom I started night classes. (There have been a few that have voiced there disapproval because of the tight bond that the group has formed. We didn’t have ANY of the proverbial backstabbing and infighting over grades. Nobody tried to screw each other over with false info or holding back critical info. All the same, it is just too bad. I am not going to law school to make them happy.) It also alienates us a little from the incoming 1Ls. I am torn between being really nice & making new friends by helping them, or letting them squirm and suffer as I did.
In the end I suppose it will be a little of both. After all, I have stuff to do.
This semester looks to be loads of fun and hard work. For some strange reason I am looking forward to it. I am not excited in the traditional nerdy sense of being happy to be in school
But more in the way of:
Each class being part of the puzzle to take the final,
Each final being part of the puzzle to finish law school,
Law school being the part of the puzzle required to take the bar.
The bar being the part of the puzzle that makes me able to start practicing.
I know it is all a long way off, but I have to remember what I am here for.
Surprisingly if you concentrate too much on the end goal you end up missing the ball in front of your face and your goal will move that much further away.
So on the first day of class we sit through the thing where all the 1Ls have to stand up and tell who they are and some interesting fact that makes them great. Instead of listening to everybody I take the time to make a list of all the hot 1L girl’s names as they speak and a quick note so that I can talk to them later on.
So….
Monday brings about a new year, a new set of obstacles, and a new set of people to either make friends with or grind under my heel.
If the thought of grinding people under your heel makes you laugh – then you are an extreme overbearing “type A” weirdo - and there are some things that you should know:
A. Nobody likes you.
B. Everybody hates you.
C. You should just go eat worms.
I still have a few 1L classes to take. We start fresh in three classes with incoming 1Ls and have two classes with the returning 2Ls. I guess this makes me something like a 1.5L (I think I had a Honda once with that engine).
But that means a whole new set of faces to get used to and also to have to put up with.
Unfortunately in alienates me from the group of students with whom I started night classes. (There have been a few that have voiced there disapproval because of the tight bond that the group has formed. We didn’t have ANY of the proverbial backstabbing and infighting over grades. Nobody tried to screw each other over with false info or holding back critical info. All the same, it is just too bad. I am not going to law school to make them happy.) It also alienates us a little from the incoming 1Ls. I am torn between being really nice & making new friends by helping them, or letting them squirm and suffer as I did.
In the end I suppose it will be a little of both. After all, I have stuff to do.
This semester looks to be loads of fun and hard work. For some strange reason I am looking forward to it. I am not excited in the traditional nerdy sense of being happy to be in school
But more in the way of:
Each class being part of the puzzle to take the final,
Each final being part of the puzzle to finish law school,
Law school being the part of the puzzle required to take the bar.
The bar being the part of the puzzle that makes me able to start practicing.
I know it is all a long way off, but I have to remember what I am here for.
Surprisingly if you concentrate too much on the end goal you end up missing the ball in front of your face and your goal will move that much further away.
So on the first day of class we sit through the thing where all the 1Ls have to stand up and tell who they are and some interesting fact that makes them great. Instead of listening to everybody I take the time to make a list of all the hot 1L girl’s names as they speak and a quick note so that I can talk to them later on.
Sunday, August 06, 2006
Why I am here
I posted this blog on myspace a short while back and thought I would move it here as well.
Why I am here
I have this friend named Tom. He is lawyer in N. Alabama & a pretty successful one too. He has a wife and two fantastic kids. Tom has a brother named Tim.
Tim was in a car accident when we were kids. He was hurt pretty bad and had health problems every since. He occasionally has seizures. A good guy all the way around though. He helped me move one time.
Years ago Tims family sued the car manufacturer because the truck they had bought their son did not have any side impact protection. The case went through several appeals. Finally the court found for the car manufacturer. The reasoning was simple:
If Tim’s family wanted more protection, they should have spent more money and bought a better vehicle.
Wow! Think about that. Follow the logic. That is the kind of decision that people who have always had money make.
I met Tom in college. He became one of my very best friends. We came from similar backgrounds and had a lot in common. Because of the things that happened to him when he was young (lets say he had some legal troubles of his own as a kid) and because his family got the short end of the legal stick on Tim’s trial, Tom decided to become an attorney.
This was not an easy task. No one expected him to make it, certainly not the local establishment. He didn’t come from the right family. They didn’t have money. They wrote him off as never amounting to much. Tom was like me. We come from humble backgrounds, no white collars. No fairy tails. No princess and princesses. No castles in the old country. No senator’s sons. No southern mansions or graceful plantations. No. Just men who came home at the end of a day with dirt under their fingernails and sweat soaked shirts. Tom was not part of the old guard and certainly not part of the good old boy system that permeates so much of southern small town law.
But he struggle through it. Tom graduated from a prestigious law school.
Tim’s struggles created a drive in Tom to become a lawyer. Tom was the one (along with another good friend) who after some trouble in my own life drove me to make the decision to go to law school. So in some strange way, Tim is responsible for me being where I am at today.
Your life is like the threads of a giant spider web, a tiny vibration can be felt very far away. A thing that seems so trivial in your life may affect a person so far away in such a huge way, and you will never know it. In other words: You do not know how the events and decisions of your life will affect a person who your life comes into contact with.
Tom’s wife called me late last night. Tim died. He had a seizure and aspirated in his sleep.
I hurt for my friend Tom. He loved his brother very much. Even though Tim was older, Tim looked up to him.
So Tim, this is what I promise you
I will pursue this thing to its end with a renewed vigor.
No life is wasted, because you have the power to affect other people. And in the end, that is what it is all about.
Why I am here
I have this friend named Tom. He is lawyer in N. Alabama & a pretty successful one too. He has a wife and two fantastic kids. Tom has a brother named Tim.
Tim was in a car accident when we were kids. He was hurt pretty bad and had health problems every since. He occasionally has seizures. A good guy all the way around though. He helped me move one time.
Years ago Tims family sued the car manufacturer because the truck they had bought their son did not have any side impact protection. The case went through several appeals. Finally the court found for the car manufacturer. The reasoning was simple:
If Tim’s family wanted more protection, they should have spent more money and bought a better vehicle.
Wow! Think about that. Follow the logic. That is the kind of decision that people who have always had money make.
I met Tom in college. He became one of my very best friends. We came from similar backgrounds and had a lot in common. Because of the things that happened to him when he was young (lets say he had some legal troubles of his own as a kid) and because his family got the short end of the legal stick on Tim’s trial, Tom decided to become an attorney.
This was not an easy task. No one expected him to make it, certainly not the local establishment. He didn’t come from the right family. They didn’t have money. They wrote him off as never amounting to much. Tom was like me. We come from humble backgrounds, no white collars. No fairy tails. No princess and princesses. No castles in the old country. No senator’s sons. No southern mansions or graceful plantations. No. Just men who came home at the end of a day with dirt under their fingernails and sweat soaked shirts. Tom was not part of the old guard and certainly not part of the good old boy system that permeates so much of southern small town law.
But he struggle through it. Tom graduated from a prestigious law school.
Tim’s struggles created a drive in Tom to become a lawyer. Tom was the one (along with another good friend) who after some trouble in my own life drove me to make the decision to go to law school. So in some strange way, Tim is responsible for me being where I am at today.
Your life is like the threads of a giant spider web, a tiny vibration can be felt very far away. A thing that seems so trivial in your life may affect a person so far away in such a huge way, and you will never know it. In other words: You do not know how the events and decisions of your life will affect a person who your life comes into contact with.
Tom’s wife called me late last night. Tim died. He had a seizure and aspirated in his sleep.
I hurt for my friend Tom. He loved his brother very much. Even though Tim was older, Tim looked up to him.
So Tim, this is what I promise you
I will pursue this thing to its end with a renewed vigor.
No life is wasted, because you have the power to affect other people. And in the end, that is what it is all about.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
confessions of a low GPA law student
So finals for the summer are over and in just a few days we re-embark on a brand new year of law school.
I can’t say that I am particularly ready but I am excited.
There are still some things up in the air concerning my schedule for this coming year. After a year of part time law school, I am poised to enter this year as a full time student. There is only one tiny hiccup.
My iron fisted dean still holds my schedule in her hands. Depending on this summer’s grades, I will either be back in part time or in full time.
I can’t say that I blame the law school in not wanting a part time student to switch to full time status, particularly in the second year. By moving to full time, I will be taking two 1L classes. This will close a seat to an incoming 1L in those classes and therefore effectively close an entire 1L slot. This reduces the incoming 1L class by exactly one person. To make things worse, a handful of my fellow part time students have made the same decision.
Here is the funny part
Grades are due in AFTER classes start. WTF! What are they gonna do? Let me start taking the classes and then bump me back if needed?
I can see it now:
“Hi, we hate to interrupt your class professor, but we have a kid in here that isn’t smart enough to be here. Let me see. Oh yes, there he is. The big dumb looking fellow sitting 3rd row from the back - The one in flip flops – looking surprised – the one trying to look smart and doing a really bad job of it – yes that one.
Have him bathed to see if you can remove the smell of stupidity and bring him to the faculty suite. We will put him in a cage and poke sticks at him. You may want to have someone escort him. Otherwise the poor dumb SOB will likely get lost. Someone that stupid should not be left alone. He may hurt himself. Why is he not wearing a helmet anyway?”
I have to check in with the Dean next week and we will find out.
By the way – my room mate is in the same boat.
So we sit and wait.
I can’t say that I am particularly ready but I am excited.
There are still some things up in the air concerning my schedule for this coming year. After a year of part time law school, I am poised to enter this year as a full time student. There is only one tiny hiccup.
My iron fisted dean still holds my schedule in her hands. Depending on this summer’s grades, I will either be back in part time or in full time.
I can’t say that I blame the law school in not wanting a part time student to switch to full time status, particularly in the second year. By moving to full time, I will be taking two 1L classes. This will close a seat to an incoming 1L in those classes and therefore effectively close an entire 1L slot. This reduces the incoming 1L class by exactly one person. To make things worse, a handful of my fellow part time students have made the same decision.
Here is the funny part
Grades are due in AFTER classes start. WTF! What are they gonna do? Let me start taking the classes and then bump me back if needed?
I can see it now:
“Hi, we hate to interrupt your class professor, but we have a kid in here that isn’t smart enough to be here. Let me see. Oh yes, there he is. The big dumb looking fellow sitting 3rd row from the back - The one in flip flops – looking surprised – the one trying to look smart and doing a really bad job of it – yes that one.
Have him bathed to see if you can remove the smell of stupidity and bring him to the faculty suite. We will put him in a cage and poke sticks at him. You may want to have someone escort him. Otherwise the poor dumb SOB will likely get lost. Someone that stupid should not be left alone. He may hurt himself. Why is he not wearing a helmet anyway?”
I have to check in with the Dean next week and we will find out.
By the way – my room mate is in the same boat.
So we sit and wait.
Friday, August 04, 2006
Finals are done. Went to go see a band tonight called "Rehab"
Check 'em out on Myspace!
I felt really good because I had just finished my last final. The bouncer tried to stop me but I walked right by like I own the place and he never said another word.
(Confidence saved me a $15 dollar cover charge - I rock!!)
They had the best song lyrics ever
"She broke my heart in the trailer park
so I jacked the keys to her f'n' car
And Crashed the peice of s*&^!!!!
then I stepped awaaaaaaaay"
or then agian there was
"I got a drinkin' problem maaaan
I got one mouth and two hands
and an empty can"
My friend Ed found it appropriate and funny to give my phone number to some really big girl and then charge me $5 for a hat that the Miller guys gave him for free (but I really wanted it). I am going to his house tommorrow and drink enough of his beer to pay for it.
I am home.
I am happy.
I am relieved. One more rounds of finals is over.
Check 'em out on Myspace!
I felt really good because I had just finished my last final. The bouncer tried to stop me but I walked right by like I own the place and he never said another word.
(Confidence saved me a $15 dollar cover charge - I rock!!)
They had the best song lyrics ever
"She broke my heart in the trailer park
so I jacked the keys to her f'n' car
And Crashed the peice of s*&^!!!!
then I stepped awaaaaaaaay"
or then agian there was
"I got a drinkin' problem maaaan
I got one mouth and two hands
and an empty can"
My friend Ed found it appropriate and funny to give my phone number to some really big girl and then charge me $5 for a hat that the Miller guys gave him for free (but I really wanted it). I am going to his house tommorrow and drink enough of his beer to pay for it.
I am home.
I am happy.
I am relieved. One more rounds of finals is over.
Monday, July 31, 2006
A GUMPISM: Push the botton and Blow it up
Heard on the local hip-hop music station near 5pm:
DJ: “Now this is my favorite time of the day. 97.9 Jams What’s your name?”
Caller: “Trianna” (the “ah” sound at the end continues on for some time)
DJ: “What you rollin’ in?”
Caller: “A Suburban.”
DJ: “Oh yea, Rollin in the big Burban!”
DJ: “What is your favorite radio station?”
Caller: “97.9 Jams.”
DJ: “Now push the button and BLOW IT UUUUUUUUP!!!”
ME: Did I just hear the sound of a car horn?
DJ: “Next caller. 97.9 Jams. What’s your name?”
Caller 2: “Demarcus”
DJ: “Demarcus what are you rollin’ in?”
Caller 2: A red Explorer with twenty twos.”
DJ: “Oh yea, Rollin in Exploder sittin’ on Dubs!”
DJ: “What is your favorite radio station?”
Caller 2: “97.9 Jams is my favorite radio station.”
DJ: “Yeaaaa! Now push the button and BLOW IIIIIIT UUUUUUUUP!!!”
I definitely heard it that time. It was a car horn honking.
That was it.
They call in and tell him what kind of car they are riding in. He asks them to tell him that this is their favorite radio station, and then he asks them to honk their horn.
I got dumber just listening to it.
It was like that retarded kid that lived across the street that got sheer joy out of honking the horn when his parents put him on their lap while driving. This was before car seats were the “in” thing for overprotective parents and way before the overprotective parents decided that parents that were not overprotective were bad parents and made it into law.
– PS. These same goobers are the reason that a grown adult must wear a helmet while riding a bicycle three miles an hour in the city park. I don’t really think I need a helmet because I am not chasing Lance Armstrong at the speed of light or blazing down a mountain biking trail.
But then again, maybe some of these kids not wearing a helmet is the reason that I have to listen to a round of “Push the button and blow it up” every weekday at 5.
DJ: “Now this is my favorite time of the day. 97.9 Jams What’s your name?”
Caller: “Trianna” (the “ah” sound at the end continues on for some time)
DJ: “What you rollin’ in?”
Caller: “A Suburban.”
DJ: “Oh yea, Rollin in the big Burban!”
DJ: “What is your favorite radio station?”
Caller: “97.9 Jams.”
DJ: “Now push the button and BLOW IT UUUUUUUUP!!!”
ME: Did I just hear the sound of a car horn?
DJ: “Next caller. 97.9 Jams. What’s your name?”
Caller 2: “Demarcus”
DJ: “Demarcus what are you rollin’ in?”
Caller 2: A red Explorer with twenty twos.”
DJ: “Oh yea, Rollin in Exploder sittin’ on Dubs!”
DJ: “What is your favorite radio station?”
Caller 2: “97.9 Jams is my favorite radio station.”
DJ: “Yeaaaa! Now push the button and BLOW IIIIIIT UUUUUUUUP!!!”
I definitely heard it that time. It was a car horn honking.
That was it.
They call in and tell him what kind of car they are riding in. He asks them to tell him that this is their favorite radio station, and then he asks them to honk their horn.
I got dumber just listening to it.
It was like that retarded kid that lived across the street that got sheer joy out of honking the horn when his parents put him on their lap while driving. This was before car seats were the “in” thing for overprotective parents and way before the overprotective parents decided that parents that were not overprotective were bad parents and made it into law.
– PS. These same goobers are the reason that a grown adult must wear a helmet while riding a bicycle three miles an hour in the city park. I don’t really think I need a helmet because I am not chasing Lance Armstrong at the speed of light or blazing down a mountain biking trail.
But then again, maybe some of these kids not wearing a helmet is the reason that I have to listen to a round of “Push the button and blow it up” every weekday at 5.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
cramming
Taking a break to grab a little dinner after cramming at the library all day for summer class finals.
Is it really cramming? I dont know.
Cramming as a noun means a hasty study for an imminent examination.
I dont really see how studying the few days before finals is cramming in that sense. Heck, its not hasty. It is definitely not done quickly or in a manner that characterized by any speed at all. Craming just doesn't seem to fit the mode of study at all. Cramming is what you do the night before a history exam in college when you try to remember who did what on what date.
This is slow, methodical, and comes to a culmination a day or two before your final.
Cramming it is NOT. We need a new word.
Is it really cramming? I dont know.
Cramming as a noun means a hasty study for an imminent examination.
I dont really see how studying the few days before finals is cramming in that sense. Heck, its not hasty. It is definitely not done quickly or in a manner that characterized by any speed at all. Craming just doesn't seem to fit the mode of study at all. Cramming is what you do the night before a history exam in college when you try to remember who did what on what date.
This is slow, methodical, and comes to a culmination a day or two before your final.
Cramming it is NOT. We need a new word.
The ABA the curve and...
OK
So here goes. This is my blog. I have finished my first year as a part time student in law school. I have attended summer classes and a few weeks from now I will embark on my second year of law school. This time as a full time student.
So you dont get to hear the first year antics that everyone seems to to find incredibly funny.
But the best is yet to come.
As of this summer. Jones has become accredited by the American Bar Association.
A bit of a discliamer:
Jones received "provisional accreditation". Which means pretty much as long as they dont screw it up, the school recieves "full accreditation" in 2 to 5 years. Which doesn't really bother me. Because as long as the place doesn't burn down between now and when I graduate, (as far as other states are concerned) I will graduate from an accredited law school. Meaning: I can take the bar and practice anywhere in the US that I can pass that state's bar exam.
Here is the problem:
The school is so incredibly obsessed with becoming fully accredited that it has arguably become the hardest law school in the state (dont argue just read it) because they want their bar passage rates really high, and they think that the ABA likes to see folks failing out. We have a 28.8% attrition rate for first year students. When you look at the incoming class as being only about 95 students last year you can see that is a big chunk of students that I will not be seeing this fall.
I have seen other blogs where people complain about the difference between a 3.0 and a 3.2 curve. Big Woop. Incoming 1L's are subjected here to a 2.5 curve. After that it is a 2.75 curve for all classes except summer electives, who are curved once again at 3.0. Which I think kinda sucks because with two identicle students with the same raw score, the one from the lower curved school gets the shaft on overall GPA. I came to law school to study law, not math. But as I see it A + B = Sux.
Summer finals are fast approaching (Monday) and I need to get back to studying.
ps
What I have learned from taking Environmental Law and Health Law this summer:
Never take an Environmental case becasue there is no money in it and if you do find one - the EPA will just take it.
Malpractice law in Alabama has been bought by the insurance companies. No great money there either.
So here goes. This is my blog. I have finished my first year as a part time student in law school. I have attended summer classes and a few weeks from now I will embark on my second year of law school. This time as a full time student.
So you dont get to hear the first year antics that everyone seems to to find incredibly funny.
But the best is yet to come.
As of this summer. Jones has become accredited by the American Bar Association.
A bit of a discliamer:
Jones received "provisional accreditation". Which means pretty much as long as they dont screw it up, the school recieves "full accreditation" in 2 to 5 years. Which doesn't really bother me. Because as long as the place doesn't burn down between now and when I graduate, (as far as other states are concerned) I will graduate from an accredited law school. Meaning: I can take the bar and practice anywhere in the US that I can pass that state's bar exam.
Here is the problem:
The school is so incredibly obsessed with becoming fully accredited that it has arguably become the hardest law school in the state (dont argue just read it) because they want their bar passage rates really high, and they think that the ABA likes to see folks failing out. We have a 28.8% attrition rate for first year students. When you look at the incoming class as being only about 95 students last year you can see that is a big chunk of students that I will not be seeing this fall.
I have seen other blogs where people complain about the difference between a 3.0 and a 3.2 curve. Big Woop. Incoming 1L's are subjected here to a 2.5 curve. After that it is a 2.75 curve for all classes except summer electives, who are curved once again at 3.0. Which I think kinda sucks because with two identicle students with the same raw score, the one from the lower curved school gets the shaft on overall GPA. I came to law school to study law, not math. But as I see it A + B = Sux.
Summer finals are fast approaching (Monday) and I need to get back to studying.
ps
What I have learned from taking Environmental Law and Health Law this summer:
Never take an Environmental case becasue there is no money in it and if you do find one - the EPA will just take it.
Malpractice law in Alabama has been bought by the insurance companies. No great money there either.
Welcome
Welcome to Law of the Gump.
The name comes from Montgomery, AL. Where I am attending law school at the recently ABA accredited Thomas Goode Jones School of Law on Faulkner University. Boy that is a long name. From now on it is Just "Jones" or "Jones Law"
Why Montgomery is called "the Gump" I have no idea. But it is, and that is the way it is.
I will post on here as needed to rant or just tell stories about law school. You might like it.
You might not.
I dont care. It is my blog.
J
ps A little disclaimer
I just ran across a blog called "Gump's Law" from some fine folks in Law School at the great University of Alabama. Roll Tide!
This blog is not affiliated in anyway and the similarity in names is by accident. Their name has something to due with Forest Gump. Mine is strictly because that is Montgomery's un-official nick name.
The name comes from Montgomery, AL. Where I am attending law school at the recently ABA accredited Thomas Goode Jones School of Law on Faulkner University. Boy that is a long name. From now on it is Just "Jones" or "Jones Law"
Why Montgomery is called "the Gump" I have no idea. But it is, and that is the way it is.
I will post on here as needed to rant or just tell stories about law school. You might like it.
You might not.
I dont care. It is my blog.
J
ps A little disclaimer
I just ran across a blog called "Gump's Law" from some fine folks in Law School at the great University of Alabama. Roll Tide!
This blog is not affiliated in anyway and the similarity in names is by accident. Their name has something to due with Forest Gump. Mine is strictly because that is Montgomery's un-official nick name.
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