I interviewed today with the public defender's office. Interviews just leave me feeling terrible. I know that if I were employed I would please with my capability and dedication, but getting there from here is just a drag.
Not helping things was a really unpleasant socratic interaction in class today. I was asked one of those amazingly loaded questions and gave an incorrect answer. I felt embarassed, and I don't like that. I knew the case and knew what was going on, but getting the answer the professor wants is just another thing altogether.
For some law school professors, being a jerk is a preferred alternative to clear elucidation of concepts.
At least the lady at Kinko's was nice to me.
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How did the interview go? I won't believe anybody wouldn't give you a job.
PS LS sucks
I would hire you, Matt, but only for your hot loving, not your ample legal skills.
LS bites. The part that always annoyed me the most was the "laugh track." Whenever a student gave an incorrect response and the prof made a smug (usu. lame) remark the entire class would erupt into laughter - as if the prof suddenly morphed into Seinfeld. What gives? I assume it's the nervous giggle -- tee-hee tee-hee not me not me. Good luck, dude. My thoughts are with you.
Thanks for the kind comments, all. In retrospect, the interview wasn't terrible, but I didn't get any great sense of love from the people. The "We want to hire you" kind of love I so desire.
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