  The running joke Friday went something like: A: It's admitted students day. B: Oh? What are you? Weren't you admitted? A: Oh, for me, every day is Wish-We-Hadn't-Admitted-Her/Him-Day or Now-We-Know-Better-Day. Or even Please-Get-The-Hell-Out-Of-Our-Law-School-Day. It's possible that our law school has admitted a class even more socially inept than my own. Admitted students day coincided, you would imagine fortuitously, with one of the largest happy hours of the year: the Women's Law Caucus auction.
Happy hour was packed, but strangely enough, not with Pre-Ls. We saw only 4 or 5 that we could readily identify as Prells. I did meet one cool Prell who just graduated from film school. I'm pretty sure he'll be coming here next year, although I'm not altogether certain that we didn't terrify him. On the plus side, he blew Florida &amp; I a kiss before he left our apartment, so he couldn't have been too terrified.
We'll see if he's in the ranks of '07 next fall, or whether he sends the administration a rejection letter noting, "I met Larry, Florida, et. al. No way in hell . " On the other hand, I had an almost uncontrollable urge to kill a different Prell. Scene: I'm giving Prell a ride back to his car from the bar a bunch of us were at. I'm attempting to make small-talk, be helpful, the usual. Within less than three minutes of being in my car, I was privy to the following : Prell: My GPA and LSAT score are so high, I'm guaranteed to be in the top 10% here.
Me: (long pause) Oh? Prell: Yeah, there's basically no way I won't be in the top 10%. Me: (silence) Prell: And when you combine that with my work experience*, there's no way I won't be at the top of my class. Me, thinking: It's gonna be real hard for you to be at the top of the class after I push you out of my moving car . *His work experience consists of 1 year of IT. He's actually younger than me (I'm 23). I didn't launch into my, "After you get to law school, you discover that LSAT isn't necessarily predictive of your success" speech.
There are plenty of people with high LSATs who ended up in the middle or the bottom of the class. And plenty of people with low LSAT scores who are at the top of the class. But I figured, hey, this guy clearly knows way more than me. After all, he's guaranteed to be in the top 10% of the class. He then went on to tell me that he didn't care that there were all these people from Harvard, Stanford, Cornell, etc., here, because he went to a no-name school, didn't spend all that money, and is in exactly the same place as those poor suckers.
Like somehow, he's managed to pull one over on those Harvard kids by going to Jimbo's School of Readin' &amp; Writin' fer Simians. At this point, I was trying to remember the Model Penal Code definition of vehicular manslaughter and wondering whether "crime in the service of the public interest" could be a factor in the Sentencing Guidelines. Jesus, I hate gunners. That kid is going to be the King of the All-Stars in his class, I can feel it already. It's a tough job, but I suppose someone has to do it. As a final note: If you are a Pre-L attending an admitted students day, stick around for the events where you get to socialize with current students in an informal setting.
I got a pretty good feel for my school from the way the administration treated during the admissions process, but there are things you just cannot learn about a school except from talking to the students. Additionally, there are people like me there, for better or for worse, who want to take you out, show you a good time, and get you fucked up. How can you turn that down? 
