Anonymous
Volume 10, Issue 2 I wore this great crimson coloured nail polish to law ball. I realise it is slightly insane to pay $50 for someone to scrub your feet and paint your toes, but in the wake of our first round of assessments, having painted toe nails was a small reminder that I once had a life outside of the law library. For about a week or so looking at my feet made me oddly happy, but soon my nails started to grow and the paint began to chip. Taking the polish off was something I told myself I’d get around to when I had the time. The semester marched on, SWOT Vac arrived and personal grooming went out the window. By the end of exams, I’m pretty sure my feet looked liked hobbit feet. God help me during the November exam period when it’s sandal weather! TILLY HOUGHTON
Volume 10, Issue 2 Before I started law, I asked a JD-Graduate friend of mine what I should be prepared to expect at law school. She said, “Imagine a group of Type A overachievers being thrown together in a pressure cooker.” |
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