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One month from now, and I’ll don a cap and gown, walk on stage, and receive my law degree (or Juris Doctorate for the smug bastards reading this).  I’ll walk off stage.  Law school is a lot of things: stressful, a drain on your credit, a delay of the inevitable (for some); but, looking back from now, I enjoyed it.  Yea, the teaching method is outdated.  And, ok, I’d even agree that 100k in debt is not a fair price for the education you receive in return.  But, if there was no law school, what the fuck else would the thousands of socially retarded, obsessive-compulsive, immature lawyer-birds do.  

Law school is our nest, where, everyday 400 some-odd individuals clamor for the approval of their professor, where sneers are sardonic grins, where comebacks, putdowns, your-momma jokes, evolve into snarky, venomous legal jargon, just constant words shrieking out of our bills like “reasonable” or “slippery-slope”.   Where else, but law school. 

But I digress.  This is the only time my blog will mention law school.  I intend to use this blog to present stories from 201 Poplar, to inform the masses–or just my siblings I force to read this–about Tennessee criminal jurisprudence, and to present the things I experience in a way that makes you enjoy it as much as I do.  Lastly, a word of caution.  My tone and my writing might seem cavalier, maybe even down right naughty; my crass vocabulary isn’t meant to offend, harm, harass. Its only meant to shed light in the dark world of criminal law.  Enjoy!