One of the things I used to love about law school is that they would make you feel like a rock star.
I don't know about your school, but mine would host receptions with chocolate fountains, free alcohol, food on toothpicks, and with judges that made their appearance as part of their never-ending reelection campaigns.
Two years later, I sit here and wonder where in the fuck all that went to. Because I miss it!
I don't know about you, my friends, but I thought that if I was getting that stuff as a mere student that there would be keys to the executive washroom after I passed the bar. Damnit, you know that when the event has a chocolate fountain that you're on the cusp of the big times. That was about as close as I'll ever get to the society pages of the newspaper, even if it was so uneventful that the school newspaper never showed up from what I could tell.
I'm sure it looked good in a brochure sent out the alumni.
I'm sure my law school meant well. They probably wished to host their own version of A Beautiful Mind and have a special tea room where the greatest minds come together and lay down their pens in front of the legal geniuses that were the right honorable judge of the county probate court and the alumni who retired 10 years ago at the pinnacle of his career as a political leader in the community and who was now replaced by the young, rising star from a better school who is only at the beginning of his career.
Now, I don't do anything quite so fun. All I'm left with is the memory of drinking wine out of plastic cups and eating cubes of cheese while applauding while they present some award or other.