Sunday, May 7, 2006
After my first semester teaching, I wrote A Law Professor Shares The Top Arbitrary Number (Turns Out to be Six) of Things Not to Do on Law School Exams for the Legal Underground. It might be helpful now, being, well, exam time.
My paragraph of Faulkner-on-meth taking law school exams still cracks me up:
Annie Operator muttered (‘Oh, Andy, Andy, you’ve fallen. Andy!’) and she stood there just as she had for thirty-five years or perhaps three months and she thought, the straight line he traveled seemed quick and harmless but then the straight line intersected the uttermost curved wall and the lines were no longer far apart but together, too together. Annie, brooding, musing, drooling, thinking, feeling, knew she had duty and breach (‘After all, the burden was less than the expected value, but those are just words that sing in our ears.’) and damages and causation but was it both factual and legal? She did not know and she was afraid she had been tricked by words, words full of agony and song again. Now, where can I score some crank? That gackle-a fackle-a shit Howard Hawks got me was great.
Good luck to everyone taking and grading exams.