Submitted by Amy Wegner Kho
When I started law school I had these wonderful dreams about what it’d be like to be in my last semester of school. I knew that I’d have already secured my first lawyer job. The law firm that hired me would have shelled out money to pay for the bar exam for me. My classes would be easy because I finally understood what my law professors were wanting.
Well, I’m in my last semester of law school, and none of those things have happened. But I understand that law school is a lot like life, there are lots of ups and downs, and we just have to weather the storm.
During the first weeks of my semester, I had to participate in a debate for one of my classes. Let’s just say that the result was completely the opposite of what I’d been hoping. Our group and the other group each had the opportunity to present our side of the argument for 20 minute, and then we’d debate. Both of our groups decided to exchange all of the questions beforehand so we knew what to expect. My partner and I agreed to split the 20 minutes equally. He ran long, so I had to cram all of our conclusions into a short and rushed six minutes. The other group asked us questions that we hadn’t prepared, and then were condescending about our answers. Needless to say, that portion of my grade for the class was pretty low, possibly the lowest grade I’ve ever received. I felt overwhelmed by school and felt like crying.