At Least My Mother Loves Me

My post from July 10th, was standing strong at 25 comments until today. For fear that not enough readers go back and search old comments here is lucky #26.

At 2:10 PM, Anonymous said...
“First off, I'm not in law school myself. One of my friends is in school with ya'll and directed me to this blog because this friend knew I would find it amusing.

Second, for you to guess that you're "not quite incompetent" is a big leap and I would like to see what evidence you have to back that up. From what I've read on here such an assumption would be highly debatable.

FYI- Once you get out in the real world and you are working and lower down in the ranks people will be talking shit about you. While you may disagree with these people and the inordinate amount of shit they may talk about you, if you have any interest in keeping your job and not being tortured to death your first year learn to deal with the trash talk and let it roll off your shoulders. This happens in every profession and in every work place. It doesn’t change and just because it’s happening to you doesn’t make you special.

Sounds to me that Jonathon is just whining like a baby and needs to grow up. You’re in law school now. This is supposed to help you transition into the working field while preparing you for the type of work you are going to be doing. While this is a humorous and amusing blog to read, because of what you write about it makes it extremely juvenile and not something I would expect to hear from a law school student. Grow some balls and take it like a man dumbass.”[sic]

Dear Anonymous,

I’ll use this comment to springboard into some truths about myself and law school.

I crashed my parents’ car when I was 4; I put the thing in neutral and rolled down a hill. I have a huge, disfiguring, bowling scar; I was 6 and I got my right hand stuck in the ball return. I pissed myself on one too many occasions after the age of 3.

These are not the makings of a champion. You are correct, I am in fact incompetent.

Sadly, you are wrong about law students; we are an excessively juvenile bunch. People stand around their lockers reciting fart jokes and daily gossip. Granted most refrain from throwing stink bombs, and greasing stairwells, but students write comments on bathroom walls, and pants their classmates in public simply for shits and giggles.

For example, after floating the river, I was standing in a hotel parking lot, getting stuff out of the car when an acquaintance brazenly removed my shorts. My derriere and phallus were exposed to the world. A mother of two demanded the hotel call the police claiming I had offended her children. My classmates laughed, and would continue to laugh had I been hauled to prison.

And asking a law student not to bitch is like asking them not to breathe. We all wear shirts that say, “Baylor Law: Where Fun Goes to Die.” Bitching comes with the territory.

Having said my apologia, the “dumbass” rests to complain another day.

Respectfully Yours,

Jonathan