In the beginning...

Not to be biblical or anything. I first started reading legal blogs in a desperate attempt to calm myself down as I studied for the bar exam. Often, I find myself huddled over the computer to check the blogs of some of my favorite legal bloggers in an attempt to commiserate or even to compare. You know, "How much has this person studied? He's only studied 3 essays today, so I'm on track." There's this innate mechanism left over from law school that forces you to compare yourself to others similarly situated, however much you despise doing so. During those bleak months, I would find myself poring over present and past blogs far more than is healthy. As the exam passed and the horror diminished, I did it less. But I would still check in from time to time. I found interesting blogs from the more famous bloggers such as Opinionista, Underneath the Robes, and Anonymous Lawyer, and found them entertaining. Then I read this article:

Each year thousands of otherwise perfectly normal college graduates with perfectly worthless degrees in the humanities venture into law school in the hope of landing a paying job that requires no science and little math. Many have been encouraged by college counselors who have told them that law school will “keep their options open” — code for delaying the inevitable for another three years — and it pays better than academia.
Law schools feed this myth because they need paying customers, even as the members of their own faculty are refugees from the very firms to which they are sending their students. Upon graduation, however, many students find that the entry-level jobs they get are little more than glorified secretarial positions. Sure, they pay well, but how many paper clips can you remove from a stack of documents before you start questioning your entire existence?

And since I began working in the real world, stuck in the kind of purgatory only Law Students Without Licenses would understand, I have been at a standstill. Unable to command any respect as an associate, but having the vague look of an attorney. All style, no substance. And thus it begins... 2 more weeks to go. Then miraculously, I will have substance. Or go for another attempt at it.