Law School

I often refer to my first year of law school (I went at night while working full time) as being the best and worst year of my life.  What an experience!

As a concerned citizen and law student at Brooklyn Law School, I was proud to be a member of the New York State Bar Association, the American Bar Association’s Section on Science & Technology and its Solo Practitioner Section.  I was a Diversity Committee member of the Lesbian and Gay Lawyers’ Association of Greater New York a/k/a LeGaL, was as a member of Brooklyn Law School’s LeGaLS, a student organization of gays and lesbians.  I worked on “The Justinian” magazine at Brooklyn Law School for two years as its Managing Editor, which was the recipient of an ABA award.  I was also on the board of the Italian-American Law Students Association.  Brooklyn Law School is not first tier, but I think it was a great place to have attended.
To determine if you are attending a good law school read this:
Signs You’re Attending a Bad Law School
  • Materials needed for Torts 101 include a baking sheet and apron.
  • Morely Safer and his camera crew are on campus more often then you are.
  • If you last the entire eight weeks, Sally Struthers personally signs your diploma.
  • Admission test, found on back of a matchbook, requires you to draw Marcia Clark’s briefs.
  • Faculty recruited from the exercise yard.
  • The Dean once failed to get James Earl Jones acquitted on a charge that he “talks like a sissy”.
  • Professors always accept 5th Amendment as an excuse for not turning in homework.
  • Every question answered with, “You can’t handle the truth!”
  • Two words: Dean Wapner.
  • Three hours a day of chasing a little metal ambulance around a dog track.
  • In mock trials, the judge always sentences you to a spanking.
  • Today’s lecture: “Fight for Your Right to Party,” by visiting Adam “The King AdRock” Horovitz.
  • Your roommate is on a “John Gotti Scholarship”.
  • Can’t see the blackboard over Axel Rose’s hair.
  • The white wigs and black robes may be a tradition, but there’s no explaining the lipstick, garter belts and high heels.
Below is a poem that was written by one of my colleagues at law school which poignantly tells you about a day when my daughter and I had the honor serving kids in the foster care system food and playing games.  I’ll never forget the looks on their faces, especially when Santa showed up!  This appeared in my yearbook:
“Twas the weekend after finals and throughout B.L.S.
Tired students took off to begin their recess.
But a spirited few decided to stay to see that some homeless children had a special holiday.
They bought Barbies and baseballs, a teddy wrapped in a bow
Though they still could not find a Tickle-Me-Elmo.
As they played with the kids who did appear?
But our own Santa (M. Baston) who made the children cheer.
Students helping the community while new friendships were made
Perhaps there are things more important than a final grade.” — Marisa Kakoulis