I inherited a lot of things from my dad: cooking skills, small hands, a bad temper—and a burning hatred for Tom Brady.
How a person devolves from undergrad to law school to first year associate to fifth-year associate to partner.
Nonetheless, if you are reading, congratulations: you have made it to the next day. Even so, you may want to call your friend. You know who I am talking about. The guy who took the loss a little too hard last night.
In some law school courses you may partner up with classmates. Use these opportunities as mini speed dates to see if you can make something happen.
What in the Bitter Lawyer is going on in this picture? Put your lawyerly wisdom to the test and post a comment below or on Facebook with a witty, hilarious, or brilliant caption to this image. And keep it clean(ish) and, y’know, respectful. The editors’ pick will be announced next week.
I imagine that the money the firm makes from my billed hours ends up supporting pro-life causes. What should I do? Did I make a deal with the devil?
CLEs are like a cyst that you don’t take care of. At first, it seems like nothing—a glorified zit—so you just ignore it for a few years and hope it will go away. But the more you ignore it, the bigger it gets. Eventually, it becomes a serious problem. Mine is now stage-four and can only be removed…
Dave Adler graduated from UPenn Law. Now he’s a comedian on the rise. Well, not exactly.
Today is my last day in BigLaw. I’d like to specially thank the following people who have helped make my time here so memorable.