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Why?

Why did I go to law school? I didn’t ask myself why—I knew I needed to grow up, to prove myself. But why THAT way? Dunno. It was only two years to a new life– but that is by no means the reason. I was led.

Now I have not exactly come to grips with this “being led” thing even now… but it seems inescapably true.  (Now.)nI was LED to law school, I was LED to SCALE.

Many times in my life I have known things I had no way to know—or was shown something was acting on my life that was synchronistic. Many times.  But as I started law school these things were not on my mind… although some startling instances of this theme happened in this time frame. (Like the way the mobile home sold just in the nick of time for me to depart for LA. And more, during SCALE.)

But mostly, then,  I was on fire to prove myself. I had known I was going to be able to do this since one evening when I was sitting in Jewish services somewhere on Guam behind a large civilian gal who was an attorney. I remember that that night I could actually see myself in law school—and I knew I was going to get that far at least. (I didn’t have a lot to go on by way of believing in myself… but that is a whole ‘nother story. I think.)

In any case, as I mentioned earlier, although I had investigated other law schools—SUNY I think—I ended up applying ONLY to SCALE. I drove out for the interview with my then sig-oth, Rick Cirillo, who was interviewing for a job as an orthotist in SoCal. I got my California driver’s license and drove—or floated—home knowing I was in fact going to SCALE in Los Angeles.

SCALE was a brainchild of Southwestern University school of Law –they had identifies some MAJOR deficiencies in legal education: the brutal competition, the use of humiliation, reliance on “hornbooks”, the lack of any practical classes like negotiation… so this program had small classes, a “teaching law office” approach, reading complete cases, using the first names of professors and a “no (letter) grades” policy—plus MANY tests.  (A Good Thing.) And much much more.  And only a very few of our professors tried to humiliate us.

And the best Con Law teacher ever born. Norm Karlin– may he rest in peace. I think tomorrow I may just write about Uncle Normie and why I know Con Law so well, 30 years later.

 

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