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We’re just over two and a half weeks from the June LSAT. This signifies a number of things, but most important is that you are probably in a blind panic and have not seen the sunlight in well over three days.

When last you visited the wide world of outside, Tiger Woods was still making headlines for bedding over 100 women out of wedlock. The NBA Playoffs were going on. You still had vestiges of sanity.

A lot has happened since then. Tiger’s been pushed aside to an extent, in favor of Lindsay Lohan going to jail. The NBA Playoffs are still going on. You are currently chewing on your hair and mumbling about contrapositives.

But don’t worry, kids, because Daddy’s here to update you on what’s been going on in the world.

*NBA player Delonte West was allegedly having sex with LeBron James’ mom, Gloria, and that may have played a role in Bron-Bron’s playing like a little girl during most of the Cavaliers’ series with the Celtics. And after a quick poll of the office staff, we’ve decided that the rumor is bogus because there’s no way LeBron wouldn’t have ordered West’s death if there was any credence to the rumors.
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I recently returned from a trip to Vegas. Well, actually, I returned about two weeks ago, but my wallet and my soul have just recently recovered.

Seeing as I am unable to ever completely shake the LSAT out of my brain (even after twelve beers at the pool and too many tequila shots to recall), I kept noticing that people use some pretty flawed logic inside the hallowed walls of those casinos. I know that might sound shocking since we normally equate Vegas with rationality and profound intellect, but let me give you a couple examples.

1. Overlooking bias and/or ulterior motives

Here are some claims that I overheard at the pool/casino/club.
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World, rejoice. The new season of Glee has returned to our televisions. Which not only means that entertainment journalists across the country have an excuse to use the term “Gleek” again (get it?), but for an hour a week I can indulge my weakness for pop music remixes, impossible plot lines, and a world where the hot jock really does fall in love with the nerdy girl*. Added bonus: it’s back, like a ray of light piercing the darkness, just in time for the return of finals’ season. Sometimes the world just makes sense.

At first glance, it would seem like the world of William McKinley High School does not have much in common with the world of Law School. And that would be an entirely correct assessment. Let me be clear: law school is nothing like Glee. I’m sorry to disappoint you. And disappointed you should be, since the complete lack of spontaneous a capella performances is by far the most terrible thing about this world.
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The prodigal professor. The globetrotting guru. The traveling tutor. Whatever you want to call me, my name is Jay and I am freshly back in to the good ‘ol US of A teaching Blueprint LSAT classes in Irvine. On top of being thrilled to be back in the fantastically plastic Orange County, I find I breathe a little easier once I’m back in a country where people drive on the right (read: correct) side of the road. Despite the obvious cultural shocks of returning to the States after this most recent trek through New Zealand, Australia, Thailand, Laos and South Africa, I have started to consider that maybe my Jekkyl and Hyde lifestyles of LSAT teacher and backpacker are not all that different from each other.
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So this week I bring you a list of advice on a subject I really have no business talking about: dating. In particular, dating for law students. Now, largely I agree with Trent that law students are an unnecessarily whiney bunch. Except when it comes to dating. Dating in law school really sucks. We aren’t exaggerating.

Somehow, in the romantic caste system, it seems that law students are the untouchables, subject to the scorn of everyone else and relegated to only dating each other. And since law school is pretty much exactly like high school, dating each other is ultimately a really bad idea. Which puts us in a pretty awkward position. So this week I do my best to serve humanity, by offering my own advice in the hopes that someday, somehow, Law School Land will not have to be such an abyss of dating terror.
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I love Project Runway. There, I said it. Heidi Klum is gorgeous and nice (two characteristics that rarely go together) and Tim Gunn is even, if possible, nicer. Plus, he’s got great fashion sense. (Watch enough episodes and it’s always the idiots who don’t listen to his thoughtful “hmmm…I don’t know about the hot pink ruffles” who get auf wiedersehen’ed that night).
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So, my first idea for this week’s entry was to write a response to Nick’s blog entitled, “A Ride on the Ultimate LSAT DiscoStick, Seducing the Man with a 180; A True Story”. This was met with general approval by editorial. Unfortunately, the entry would have been entirely fabricated, and I don’t know Nick well enough to be certain I could avoid sexual harassment allegations. So I decided to put it on the backburner.

Although, if there are any gentlemen out there who happen to have a 180 and are in the New York Metro area, let me know. I’m always looking for my next…um… blog topic.

Having discarded my first idea, I decided to waste some time and piss around on Microsoft Excel. My initial intention was to create some sort of budgeting spreadsheet, so I can pretend like I’m making an effort to prevent spending all my loan money before spring break. Unfortunately, I have a weak stomach. I quickly started feeling queasy, and decided to stick with my tried and true method of ignoring the problem.
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So I write you this week from about 3,200 miles above the ground, as I sit on a trans-American flight and pound into my keyboard as hard as possible to annoy the girl in front of me who has decided, despite the fact that it is not even seven o’clock, to recline her seat into full sleep mode and co-opt every last ounce of legroom she can. Luckily, I’m vindictive, and figure in the next four hours I can easily scratch out enough blogs that I can finally stop worrying if MSS is going to fire me in the exceedingly near future, and Queen Head Lice Dreadlocks in front of me can feel the wrath from now until JFK. That’s right honey. Enjoy it.

Of course, as much as I’m sure the Pre-Law community would enjoy hearing about my airborne woes for the next thousand words, today I do not bring extended tidings of such issues. (Although, I will say, if I ever do go to work at a firm, you can rest assured that the ability to afford first class seats was one of my primary motivations.) Instead, I hope to share with you some information that may make your future travel plans a little more fruitful, as you jet around the country to check out various admitted student days and other law school events to decide on your home for the next quarter decade or so. Keep these three things in mind, and your experiences should be both enjoyable and help make the final decision a little easier.
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The signs are all around us. You’ve seen them: listless bodies walking blankly around town at dusk, a preponderance of frighteningly pale and sickly young people lurking about your neighborhood bars and restaurants, and an ever increasing number of confused individuals emerging from the shadows, devoid of people skills and all-around cleanliness. No, this is not a casting call for the next George Romero zombie flick, nor is it at all related to the ubiquitous and thoroughly tired vampire fad. My friends, what we’re dealing with is a massive outbreak of PLWD: Post LSAT Withdrawal Disorder.
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It’s back to school time once again, which means two things: 1) I’m pretty pissed that I’ve already used my one free allusion to the Billy Madison song and 2) I actually have things to write about again. As always, my world is filled with equal parts good and bad.

Even better, this time around I not only have subjects to write about, but some perspective on how they all fit together. I have to admit, I spent the first few weeks of last semester blindly wandering about, semi-paralyzed with fear that someone was going to find out I was an imposter with nothing more than an odd talent for color-coding dinosaurs, who really had no business being at a top law school. Luckily, I’ve since come to realize that 95% of the people at my school have no real business being there and the other 5% are too busy planning their route to a Supreme Court clerkship to give a damn about someone like me.
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