The ABA Journal asks a holiday appropriate question this week: “Are you still with your law school sweetheart? We met when we were young and had hopes and dreams.
” I find the term “law school sweetheart” to be gross and vaguely unnatural. You have people who will bang you when you come back from the library wearing sweatpants, people who will save you a slice of pizza because you always forget to eat while at your clinic, and people you can sleep with after exams are over who won’t mind that you actually . Or maybe even more, as long as you ask nicely.) But really, the question presented isn’t about the sad, “I’m too busy to put on heels to get laid” settlement negotiations that mark the start of most law school relationships. We met before law school taught us to “think like lawyers,” and so we still have a method of communicating that doesn’t devolve into a battle of the forms.
Hyperbole aside, Katie Marie makes a great point: School changes relationships irreversibly.
People change—as do their priorities and penchants—under the weight of realizing their dreams.
Instead, they’re asking whether these couplings have any legs once people get out into the real world…. Meeting your spouse in law school is kind of like meeting your spouse in a theater of war and then assuming everything is going to work out once you get back to the home front.
You’ll both have scars that only the other person will understand, but you’ll still kind of look around and think, “Wow, now that I’m home I remember that there are all these people with no scars.” And by “scars,” I’m clearly talking about debt.
and that’s even before the stress they impose on themselves.
And who hasn’t quoted Shakespeare’s “let’s kill all the lawyers” line?
Ever notice how easily you can make someone laugh by comparing lawyers to sharks, snakes, skunks, rats, roaches, and wolves?
They have the constant itch to think about what their professor thought of their answer in class, what chapter they need to read, or what paper they need to finish…
it’s just the harsh reality that law school will always win over a date with you.
In between hours on their computer, Facebook is still their chosen form of procrastination…