Wednesday, January 25, 2012

The day law school almost killed me...

I still remember the circumstances surrounding the start of my law school experience like it was yesterday.  I finished the last day of classes for my undergraduate degree on Tuesday, then immediately packed up my wife and two kids, drove more than 2,000 miles, moved into our new apartment, and started law school on the following Monday.  Despite being physically and mentally exhausted from the move, I was excited for the beginning of a new era in my life.  I was early to class on the first day, sitting there all nervous and jittery, and I couldn’t wait to meet my classmates, my professor, and get down to the business of studying law.

As it turns out, everyone had already gotten down to business. 

“Please open your books to Johnson v. M’Intosh, which I trust all of you have read and briefed.” The professor said, curtly, and called on one of my classmates to give a summary of the facts.  To my surprise, that classmate started restating the facts of the case, which, until a few seconds before, I’d never even seen.  And then we got to the next case, and the next case, and the next case, until we’d gone through 6 or 7 cases, learned some surprisingly complex legal theories, and thoroughly bludgeoned my brain.

I stopped one of my classmates at the end of the hour and asked how everyone knew which cases to read, and that person (who later became one of my closest friends in law school) told me about the reading assignments we’d received by email.  I knew that my face paled at that moment because I could literally feel the blood draining from my body as I realized that in all the fuss from moving across the country, I’d failed to check my email.  I was frozen in place as everyone filed out of the classroom and into the next.

I had three classes that day, and none of them went very well.  I stayed in the law library until very late that night to read all the cases I should have read, and then the cases that were assigned for the next day.  After getting a few hours of sleep, I was back again in the same seat I’d been in the day before.  I was prepared to answer questions, but I was already feeling the first tinges of burn-out.  Over the following weeks, the feeling that I was drowning became more and more a part of my life.  And it wasn’t just me.  Most of my classmates were struggling not only with the work load, but with the task of absorbing many difficult concepts each day, and transferring that information into a manageable system of study to prepare for the quickly approaching exams.

I couldn’t figure out why I was struggling so much.  I had read several law school prep books, and I had spoken to many lawyers and law students about how to manage the work load, but I was missing something.  Whatever I was doing wasn’t working, but there had to be a trick, or something, because I knew that law students eventually figured it out to the point where they were bored during the third year.  I didn’t want to wait for the third year to know what was going on, so I sat down and made a list of everything that I was doing each day.

The list grew and grew, until I realized that I was doing too much.  I needed to be more efficient with everything I did each day.  I didn’t have a choice, because I was going crazy.

In order to become more efficient and effective, I made a list of what needed to happen or not happen each day.  I stuck to that list until they became habits, and before long, it was working.  I was getting what I needed to get out of law school, and I was enjoying life.  Developing a set of habits worked for me, so I thought: why not share it with others?  The result was my first book to be traditionally published: Law School Fast Track.

I put everything that worked into this book, and left out all the fluff that didn’t work.  The finished product was a short, easily digestible book that contained only the stuff that would help a student become a better, more efficient student and ultimately find success.  I purposely left it very short in order to maintain the quality of the advice.

I applied the same principles in my follow-up book, College Fast Track.  I felt then, and still feel very strongly now, that the college (and law school) experience is something to enjoy.  It is also a springboard for your future, so it is important that the experience is not squandered.  You’ve got to have fun, you’ve got to enjoy college and law school for what they are, but you’ve also got to set a successful future in motion.  You can do that with the advice found in these books.

Now, I didn’t write these books because it was super fun for me.  Contrary to popular belief, writing about study techniques is not the roller coaster it seems to be.  No, I wrote these books because the advice and suggestions in these books worked.  I found success as a student with the stuff found here, and I know that you can to.  If you don’t want to take my word for it, follow these links to hear what others have said:  LSFT, CFT.

So if you are smack in the middle of college or law school, or are about to start, give these books a try.  If you know someone in college or law school, these books will make great gifts.  You can find them wherever books are sold and on your Amazon Kindle.  Follow this link for more options.

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Saturday, December 10, 2011

Here's a little Holiday Cheer...


The following are two stories that I would like to share with you in an attempt to spread some holiday cheer.  At the time, these two experiences did pretty much the opposite of putting me in a good holiday mood, but looking back, they're both kind of funny...

A Christmas Carol

I was in sixth grade, and I was in the starring role in the stage play version of A Christmas Carol.  I memorized those lines and I practiced them and I was pretty good for a 12-year-old.  The make-up was pretty good, and I guess that I looked and sounded about as close to Ebenezer Scrooge as a 12-year-old could.
On opening night, the auditorium was packed—all the dads with their camcorders out, and everyone was so excited to see the show.  I remember this all very well, because there was a girl in the audience, for whom I’d had a crush on since the fourth grade.  She was front and center, and I remember seeing her as I peeked through curtains before the play started, a thousand butterflies fluttering in my stomach.
All in all, I was excited to be in the spotlight, and I couldn't wait to be on stage in front of so many people.  My dream was unfolding right before my eyes, and thoughts of auditioning for Spielberg were right there in the back of my mind.
During one particular scene, I was supposed to take off my pants and I had a nightshirt on underneath.  The top part looked like a normal dress shirt, and when I took off my pants, the shirt was supposed to flow out and drop to the knees, effectively covering my white and tight brief underwear.  I guess that they had those types of clothes back in Scrooge's day, like a nightgown for guys.  During the scene, I pulled off my pants, like I’d rehearsed a hundred times.   The front dropped down without any problems, but the back had been tucked into my whitie-tighties and when I turned to hang up my pants, every person and camcorder saw my undies.  I couldn't understand why everyone was laughing, and I didn't get why the scene was so funny until Marley's ghost came prancing into the scene and whispered the fateful message. 
Spielberg, Hollywood, and dreams of having dinner with Drew Barrymore melted right there on that stage.  I was mortified—am still a little a mortified.  I understood, at that moment, why Mr. Scrooge loved to say Bah Humbug. And people still talk about that night when I visit my home town. 

Mister?

This one happened a little more recently--two years ago, to be exact.  I was at the grocery store on Christmas Eve, minding my own business and getting some last minute stocking stuffers and food for the following day.  This little kid comes up to me and tugs on my shirt.  I looked down, and the kid is super cute, maybe 5 or 6, with big brown eyes filled with wonder.  He reminded me of little Ralphie on A Christmas Story, on Christmas morning, seeing the big beautiful Christmas tree, with all those shiny presents underneath.

"Mister?" the kid asked, his voice filled with plucky innocence.
"Yes?"
"Are you Santa?" he asked.
A good 20 seconds passed in one of those very awkward silences.  I looked down at the kid, and I'm not saying that I didn't want to smack him, but he sincerely wanted to know if I was Santa Claus. Now, I admit that I wasn't in the greatest shape in my life, but I certainly did not have a belly large enough to fill Santa's coat.  I do have a jolly disposition, and I hadn't shaved for a day or two, but seriously, I don't know what this kid was thinking.

"No." I patted him on the head and smiled as sincerely as I could. "No, Santa doesn't look anything like me."
I pointed to a Coke bottle and said, "That's what Santa looks like."
The kid looked at the Santa so cheerily portrayed on the bottle of Coca-Cola, and then back at me.  The look in his eyes indicated that he didn't see a real difference there, and with that, I said good bye and left the store.  Needless to say, my New Years resolutions that year included a strict diet and an intense exercise program to lose whatever resemblance I had with jolly ol' St. Nick.

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So, hopefully my stories were a short respite from the stress that accompanies the season.  By the way, My novels are all on sale during this holiday season for .99 cents--and they've just been enrolled with Amazon's new lending program--so you don't even have to drop a buck to read them.

Merry Christmas everyone, or Happy Holidays, if that's your cup of eggnog.  Either way, have a good end of the year.