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Law school: the schools

This is part one in a two-part series on my thoughts on this article from this Sunday’s NYT.

Is law school a racket?  One of the first jokes (I use that term loosely) students learn in law school is that the answer to every question is, “It depends.”  The answer to the question posed here is no different: it really does depend.  It depends on which law school you go to, how you finance it and what your end goal is.

I have long had issue with the US News & World Report’s rankings system and long suspected that there was little accountability and lots of number tweaking.  The article, though, gave me specific targets at which to aim my criticism: the schools themselves and the ABA.  (US News & World Report comes off — to me — as a weak lemming in the mix; reporting just what the ABA and the schools tell it to.)

I did not know that the ABA is setting the “standards” by which the schools measure themselves.  I suspect, of course, that the ABA is easily influenced by schools and their alum so, again, I focus my anger on the schools.

The schools have gotten away for YEARS with charging outrageous sums of money with promises of a rosy financial future.  We all knew that was happening.  What I did not know, though, is that one of the rankings by which US News judges the law schools is by looking at the employment figures for the school’s grads nine months after graduation.  Sounds reasonable, right?  Well, yes, but it does not mean that those grads have to be employed in anything related to the law.  They could be waiting tables, cleaning toilets or walking dogs for a living.  If they have a job, they count as a success!  What’s more is that if the school cannot locate its recent graduates — say, even 25% of them, which Thomas Jefferson School of Law apparently has lost — they count as employed to!  So, wowsers.  Incentive not to keep in touch with your grads?  I think so.

Another thing that I did not know, but suspected, is just how much the schools are overcharging.  Running a law school has a pretty high personnel-level cost to it, but it doesn’t have labs to run or super equipment to buy.  The article states that some law schools are so profitable that tuition money from them can be used to support other, less-flush areas of a university.  I actually don’t mind that idea and, in fact, I may even like it.  I like the idea of a law school, like Wisconsin, that is an important part of the university as a whole.  Law students can reap great benefits from having a fully-funded, thriving university outside its front doors.  Some law students get a dual degree in business or environmental science or history.  I took a Spanish class my third year.  But what about stand-alone law schools that pop up in strip malls in California?  Why does it cost $38,700 for one year of law school at Thomas Jefferson?  Or more than $40,000 at California Western School of Law? (Both in San Diego).  Because they can get it, I guess.  There is certainly no shortage of lenders.

So, the schools charge way too much money and lie about the job prospects.  That’s pretty bad, right?  What’s worse, I think, may be how self-righteous they are about it.

Beth Kransberger, identified as an associate dean of student affairs at Thomas Jefferson, is quoted as having said something that nearly had me throwing the paper across the room in disgust.  She first states that most students at Thomas Jefferson are either (1) the first in their family to get a law degree or (2) immigrants and, according to her, both groups are generally from modest means.  Um, hmm.  So, a dad who is a doctor + a mom who is an engineer = modest means?  Immigrant = poor?  Anyway, moving on.  Whether or not someone is from modest means has absolutely nothing to do with whether they should be accepted to an outrageously priced, craptastic law school.  Actually, maybe it does — maybe it means they should be automatically rejected because the school comes to its ethical senses, realizing that it deliberately preys upon the poor person who thinks a law degree from Thomas Jefferson is something worth paying for.

The idea that law schools are getting away with bilking students of vast sums of money by promising them a secure future in a very insecure world makes me want to scream.  What Ms. Kransberger, or any other law school administrator or professor, should be saying is this:  If you, potential law student, want to get a legal education you should be aware of the following:  (a) law school is expensive; (b) there is no guarantee that you will get a legal job — or any job — upon graduation; (c) the market is saturated with lawyers; (d) where your degree is from matters; (e) doing well in school matters; and (f) lenders expect to be paid back.  With interest.  Potential student, you should also know this: (a) a legal education can be a really great, exciting thing; (b) law school is at once academically vigorous and incredibly tedious; (c) being a lawyer is at once intellectually stimulating and painfully detail-oriented; (d) the law is the fundamental basis for a responsible civic community and, thus, as a lawyer, you will be a part of something very important; (e) you will, as a lawyer, often feel that you make no difference whatsoever and (f) every once in a while, you will feel very satisfied and proud.

Even if schools continue to charge crazy amounts for tuition (and I don’t see this changing anytime soon — it seems that academia always does well in a bad economy), I hope that they can at least be more honest with their consumers.  And if they cannot, they I hope the consumers will do their due diligence, wise-up and make more educated decisions.

Next post: the students!

[Full disclosure: Ms. Kransberger held a similar position to the one she holds now at the UW Law School when I was a student there.  In fact, at the beginning of my third year, I learned that the school would not be renewing the very small scholarship (about $500) that they had awarded me my first two years.  My friend, Jess, learned the same thing about hers.  Jess set up a meeting with Ms. Kransberger to discuss the situation, but Jess was quickly dismissed when Ms. Kransberger told her the decision was final, citing the school’s “obligation to its first year students.”  I believe I emailed Ms. Kransberger to complain about these decisions but never got a response.  To me, Ms. Kransberger seemed to be saying that her philosophy is to rope students in with inducements that they later take away when the students become so entrenched they have virtually no choice but to complete the degree.  Not that I would have gone to law school, or dropped out of law school, over $500, but the attitude was what struck me then — and strikes me now in the article — as almost unethical.]

We win!

So, we’ve come full circle really: pumpkin to the wedding.

What a great (and entirely exhausting) weekend! Aaron and I had the greatest wedding ever! Ok, well, maybe not, but it was exactly as I wanted it to be, minus a couple of people who could not attend. I thought it was really warm (sometimes too warm, really — we couldn’t find the thermostats), intimate, fun, cozy, friendly, loving and just…well, sweet. The ceremony was brief — Aaron read his cute vows, I read mine, Maggie figured out how to untie Sarayu’s knot on the ring pillow, we exchanged rings, Maggie the Minister announced our marriage and we all toasted with champagne! Ta-da! Then we dug into Aaron’s delicious carnitas and Bloom Bakeshop’s amazing cupcakes. Yum! [Sidenote: I could not recommend Bloom more — the owner is an absolute delight to work with, the cupcakes were gorgeous and taste-a-licious (I thought I might die when eating my cookie dough cupcake), and she readily made a couple gluten-free treats for my gluten-sensitive friend. Also, I didn’t even specify ANYTHING for her — just two gluten-free — and let her do what she does best: make delicious, and fun, cupcakes. Four thumbs up!]

The night went along and we played games, chatted, ate, drank, lit sparklers, Steve lit many sparklers at once causing the most disgusting blister I have ever seen, toasted to 2011 and finally went to bed. On Saturday, we were all treated to the World’s Most Amazing Breakfast (WMAB) courtesy of Terry & Steve. The b-fast included hot items, cold items, protein, carbs, starches, dairy, fruit, coffee, eighteen kinds of juices, bloody marys, mimosas, and leftover cupcakes galore! It was truly spectacular.

Then came the Rose Bowl. We’ll gloss over that part because, really, who cares. Hot dogs, leftover carnitas, hot hors d’oeuvres, more drinks, more games and more celebration carried the day (and evening).

On Sunday, almost all folks hit the road. I cried a lot when Sarayu left; I felt so grateful for her coming all that way to spend time with us. I felt that way about everyone, of course, but it hit me particularly hard to see my Little Indian head out to head home. Four of Aaron’s friends stayed until Monday, though, which meant Go Packers! Go Post-season! Go Sister Bay Bowl! And Go Kate & Aaron are up until 2 am again! Zoinks.

Monday morning came fast and the six of us acted like a well-oiled machine to get the house back in order for the Incredibly Strict Owner’s scrutiny. We had to be out by 10 a.m., but we beat the buzzer by at least 15 minutes. The ride home was rough — Gracie and Aaron and I all had a hard time keeping our eyes open. I really don’t think I’ve ever been so tired in my life. Aaron was a champ with the driving (I suggested we ask if Rosendale had a secret hotel somewhere) and we were home before 3 pm. We unloaded the car (and by “we” I really mean Aaron), which was even more full than when we drove up, if that’s possible. I took a nap and was still down for the count before 10 pm.

Best weekend ever? For me, definitely.

A special thanks goes out to Gwendolyn for her beautiful flower arranging; Heather for the last-minute chip run; Jane for making the world’s most beautiful ring pillow; Maggie for being an incredibly flexible and sweet minister; Terry and Steve for hauling our loads of crap, helping out in every possible way and for hosting the WMAB; my mom and Severa for the cupcakes and hors d’oeuvres; Mike, Jess, Stacy & Zach for the clean-up help; Sara & Chuck for not killing us for being short a room; CJ for letting Sara & Chuck stay with her; and Sarayu for best all-around: she did my make-up, she listened to me complain and didn’t get angry when I snapped, she did my hair, she slept in a different room every night of her stay, she slept on a couch, she bought me batteries, she brought me prosecco, she made my martinis (are you seeing a theme) and she had my back every time I needed it. Which was kinda a lot. I’m incredibly blessed to have the friends and family I do. I am so lucky. And I’m so very lucky to have Aaron. He’s a true gem.

And Gracie is the best dog ever.

Oh, Packers!

So, there it was again: defeat clinched from the arms of victory!  Or whatever that saying is.  And once again the Packers made me think anything is possible!  [Beating the Patriots! In New England!  With our back-up quarterback!]  Except winning when we really need to still escapes us.  Oh, drat.  Apparently, though, if we win the next two games, we’ll be playoff-bound no matter what else happens.  I have high hopes that we can do that.

Moving on to Black Swan…Whoah.  That was one wacky movie.  I am pretty sure that I think that it was really amazing.  While it was incredibly stylistic, I did not find it pretensious or obnoxious.  On the contrary, I found it compelling and fascinating.  It is certainly not for the faint of heart, as I had to spend minutes on end staring at Aaron’s face so as not to look at the bloody screen.  It was surely intense and not a movie I’d want to see again (at least not anytime soon), but holy Moses was that a movie!  Great acting, amazing imagery and a brilliantly original story.  At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised or upset if it won Best Pic.  We’ll see.

I’m almost done Christmas shopping, but then I always seem to remember just one more thing I need to get.  And then another.  And then another.  The same goes for wedding weekend things.  We’re about done (how we’re going to manage to get it all to Door County, I have no idea), but then I remember — we need the sand for the luminaries, New Year hats and noisemakers, paper napkins in the colors of my choice, etc.  Just last week I finally remembered to call into the bakery and request at least two of our ordered cupcakes be gluten-free for my gluten-sensitive movie star friend.  Now I hope that my mom does not forget to pick up said cupcakes.

Happy December!

She is already missed

I write this with tear-stained cheeks and a heavy, heavy heart.  I just watched Cate Edwards deliver a beautiful eulogy for her inspiring mother.  The love in that family is palpable — even as I sit in dreary Madison and watch the Raleigh event on television.  Cate’s words were lovingly chosen and she has a grace about her that she clearly learned from her mother.  I weep for those children’s loss, and for my own.

John Edwards became my favorite national candidate (behind Feingold) in 2004.  I admired him for so many reasons — for his commitment to the poor and his family, for his intelligence and humor and for, most of all maybe, being a lawyer that made me proud to call myself one, as well.  I have never understood the campaign against the “ambulance chaser” and how that gained such traction, but I have to admit that people I love and respect seem to have fallen under its spell.  Of course, the idea of an “ambulance chaser,” while maybe not deplorable to me, is certainly not an admirable image, I also think that it is more fiction than reality.  Or maybe, rather, that it is just a much smaller portion of lawyers — even the dreaded trial laywer — than it is perceived to be.  In any event, Edwards’ competitors saddled him with the label “ambulance chaser” and “trial lawyer” and it stuck.  And this drove me crazy. 

First, the fact that there is a notion that being a trial lawyer is somehow reprehensible is beyond odd to me.  Trial lawyers are people who try cases.  How there is something inherently sketchy or evil in that is nonsensical unless, I suppose, you are someone who does not think that there should ever be a trial on something.  I don’t know how this would work out — I suppose you could be an anarchist or a dictator and have this view, but the judicial system in this country is a pretty great bedrock of our free society.  The trial system is, in my opinion, a pretty simple and fair system of solving disputes — from small claims disputes to murder charges.  I can’t really comprehend a better way of solving these problems than a trial.  So, there’s that.  Second, the idea that because Edwards is a plaintiffs-side civil litigator he is an “ambulance chaser,” as opposed to a hero of the people, just shows to me how much Big Medicine or Big Business or Big Anything Else has been able to write our social and political discourse.  The reality is that Edwards represented people and families who had been harmed by big money organizations.  We are not talking about a doctor who made a mistake and admitted it.  We are talking about companies who engaged — knowingly — in practices that would eventually harm consumers because it was cheaper for them to continue to engage in that behavior than to fix what they knew was wrong.  Edwards’ cases were modern-day Ford Pinto litigation.  For example, Edwards sued a company that made drains for swimming pools because one day that drain, literally, disembowled a five-year-old girl.  Disemboweled her.  While her father looked on.  The company knew there was a serious safety issue with the drain, but failed to fix it.  To me, Edwards was a hero for his work, not the evil, greedy, slimy attorney his critics made him out to be.  Sure, he got rich.  Really rich.  But he got rich for working incredibly hard and for representing poor clients and taking on big industry.

So, I admired Edwards greatly for his work.  And I admired his ideas on repealing NAFTA and addressing — when no one else but Nader was — poverty.  He talked about the poor — not just the middle class or the lower middle class, but the poor. 

I read his book, Five Trials.  It isn’t a great work of literature, but it offers great insight into trial litigation.  And it offered great insight into his relationship with Elizabeth.  It is clear that he became enamored of her early in law school because of her beauty and her amazing intellect.  Their love story moved me.

And then he did what he did.  And then he denied it.  And then he was forced to admit it.  And then came the divorce.  And then came the books.  And then came the lawsuits.  And it all crumbled.

But Elizabeth didn’t crumble.  She took her time to decide what was best for her children.  It is clear she put them before any decision she would make for herself.  She did not act out of ego or humility.  She eventually divorced the man she had been marrried to and loved for 30 years, but she did it quietly and thoughtfully.  She had all of America on her side with that divorce, but she didn’t need it. 

Much has been written (mostly by men, I believe) about Elizabeth’s bossiness and bitchiness, but I don’t buy it for a second.  Yes, she probably snapped a time or two in her life and it probably happened on the campaign trail with others around, but so what.  Who hasn’t?  And who wouldn’t in that kind of fishbowl?  I think the criticism of Elizabeth has always felt petty and, well, outdated.  She was an educated, bright, successful woman.  It just wasn’t in her personality to nod demurely or stay silent.  I imagine the criticism comes from the fact that she probably asserted herself into more conversations than John’s cadre wanted her to — and I imagine this is because she probably elevated the conversations, making them more complicated than the cadre cared for.  But, I realize, I’m speculating.

I know that I don’t know and didn’t know Elizabeth Edwards.  I know that I have seen things that don’t show the whole picture and read things that are probably not true.  But I also know that I just saw her beautiful, poised, thoughtful daughter give a moving, funny, sweet, loving tribute to her.  And in that tribute, I felt a daughter’s love and saw what must have been a mother’s pride.  I think that she was an incredible woman that I wish could have stayed with us longer.

Welcome, December

I know I’m a few days late here, but I’d like to extend a formal welcome to December.  Welcome, December!  When we Wisconsinites hit December, it brings us mixed emotions.  Yay!  Holidays!  Yay!  Heather’s birthday!  Stephanie’s birthday!  Rose’s birthday!  But, boo! Winter is really here!  And it is here for a long time!  And it is very dark out!

This December, though, has the added bonus — for me — of being MOW (month of wedding)!  We have decided upon a small party on New Year’s Eve with around 30 people.  I think it should be a good time.  We rented a big house in Door County and have invited everyone to stay with us.  It’s a wee bit expensive for us, but it’s the way we want to go — small, intimate, friendly, loving.  I haven’t been to a winter wedding in a long time, and I’ve never been to a wedding like ours will be, so I’ve been struggling some with the planning.  So far, I have the dress (a grey light-wool dress from Garnet Hill), a kick-ass necklace (from JCrew) and awesome Kate Spade flats that were half-off at Zappos.  We also have our rings, four cases of Pellegrino from Costco (they were on sale), luminaries I made, sparklers my mom bought, lots of blue glass Mason jars for the flowers I ordered online from a wholesaler that my friend Gwen is going to arrange for us, coffee that Aaron’s mom bought us at a fundraiser, silver chargers from Michael’s and two dozen ramekins that we bought for an appetizer we probably aren’t going to serve.  So, you know, that’s something.  Oh!  And a very important thing came last week!  My wonderful cousin, Maggie, got her minister certification from the Universal Life Church in order to marry us.  I’m so excited and grateful for that.

Although there are many other details to work out, I’ve been fixated on a honeymoon.  I think one is in order.  We’re all over the map — literally — about where we want to go and when.  St Maarten in January?  Maritime provinces in June?  Rome in May?  San Francisco?  Banff?  Boundary Waters?  Any help you, Dear Reader, could give in this area would be most appreciated.