When my family moved from Boston to Seoul, South Korea (my parents’ home country), I was 10 and knew only three Korean phrases: “How are you,” “Thank you” and “I’m sorry.”
My 1L year in law school was a lot like my first year in Korea. Like Korean, law was a language that I knew existed, but never thought I would have to speak. That is, until I had to speak it, immediately – as if my life (i.e., grades) depended on it.
Boston College Law School is sometimes referred to as the “Disneyland of law schools,” a kind nod to its supportive staff, upperclassmen and alumni. In reality, the 1L experience is closer to a journey through Wonderland – where you are chasing around an illusory white rabbit, not really knowing why, in a world filled with fascinating (and occasionally frightening) beings.
“There is a place, like no place on earth. A land full of wonder, mystery, and danger. Some say, to survive it, you need to be as mad as a hatter.”
–Reverend Charles Lutwidge Dodgson, a.k.a. Lewis Carroll
Some will vigorously teach you how to speak and write about law, others will wisely remind you to seek a balance between “doing good” and “doing well.” They all seem to speak in riddles. Yet after a while, their words start to make sense.
Or maybe you’ve just gone as mad as they have. But hey, all the best people are [mad].
A few last words since this will be my last post of the school year.
To the entering class: I will not tell you who the Queen is. Just remember to breathe when she calls on you, and remind yourself that she will not, under any circumstance, cut your head off. Well, unless you…never mind. Promissory estoppel has five elements, okay?
Charming and captivating inhabitants of Wonderland: Thank you for a wonderful first year.
And Nana, who just moved to a farm upstate this morning (Tuesday): We’re going to miss you. Bye. Love you.