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My Way or the Lie Way
By Natalie J. Frazler
Staff Writer
Dating is never an
easy thing to do.
Almost every thing
about it is uncomfortable and
impossibly cryptic. From the
moment you lay eyes on
someone to the moment you
hope you'll never lay eyes on
them again, dating can be a
most demanding beast. In
fate's defense, I'm terribly
hard on the situation. I tend
to be insatiably picky and
require the kind of perfection
that Prince William and the
Dalai Lama don't even hold
themselves to. On the off
chance I do choose to throw
all caution to the wind and go
for some guy, he's usually a
loser, a let down, or someone
I know I won't mind breaking
it off with in a few weeks.
All this aside, I thought
somehow my career would be
a part of my life that would give
me more satisfaction, more
stability than most other things.
I decided to go to law school
to get the kind of education
that would open doors for
me and make finding the job
of my dreams more likely.
What I hadn't counted on was
it adversely affecting my dat-
ing pool.
Some of my girlfriends
started reporting this drastic
change in a man's expression
whenever they mentioned to a
guy that they were in law
school. They chalked it up to
the possibility that they were
talking to one immature man
who couldn't handle the idea of
dating a woman who was pos-
sibly his intellectual (or other
masculine measure of accom-
plishment) equal or better. And
so off they'd go in search of
another prospect. But man
after man seemed decidedly
turned off by the ambitious
nature of their career path.
The moment the words were
uttered, "lllaaawww
sscchhoooolll", they were no
longer the girls who had caught
someone's eye from across the
room, but the competition this
guy may run into one day in
court, or the boardroom or in
the line for a promotion. Thank
God for separate bathrooms.
Call me crazy, but I started
to experience the same thing;
how a man's smile would fade
into a blank stare after hearing
"law school" and how suddenly
and simultaneously his atten-
tion would shift from me to my
gal pal, the secretary. Could it
be? Was it those extra lbs I'd
gained while eating my way
through exams or was I really
less attractive as a prospective
lawyer? Even the shape of my
mouth after saying "law
school" ends with my
tongue between my teeth
like I'm sticking it out at
every guy who asks. But when
you finish saying "secretary,"
there's a smile on your face;
"sec- re-terr-eeeee." Maybe
they were onto something.
So that was it. One night
over Margarita's, my girl-
friends and I drastically de-
cided that until we could find
men who were man enough to
date women who were in law
school, we would pretend to be
something far less threatening;
just a test of sorts, just for one
night, just to see how it went.
Amy decided to be a pediatric
nurse. Kristen became a sec-
ond grade teacher. Su went to
cosmetology school. Jess de-
cided to be a flight attendant;
Houston to LA, nothing inter-
national. And me, I decided to
be a manager at Victoria's Se-
cret. The girls thought that be-
ing a manager might be too in-
timidating, but I refused to de-
mote myself. Besides, the
implied power of being a
manager was offset by the
likelihood that I'd own
plenty of pretty lingerie. And
so we were transformed.
All dressed up in our new
careers we decided to hit the
next place and test out our
theory; a group of respectable
girls with respectable new
jobs. Still basking in the
brilliance of our plan as we
walked up to the club, we
found ourselves in a Satur-
day night line. And even
though it was offensively long,
this was where we wanted to be
Synapses
By Lucille Hollander
Staff Writer
"No man is an island, en-
tire if itself' so wrote John
Donne.
Communication and
knowledge go hand in hand, and
it is important to be able to dis-
cuss new ideas and experi-
ences.
Law school is a totally dif-
ferent environment from any
they have experienced, for
many people. There are new
ideas, and majestic legal con-
cepts, but there are also differ-
ent sorts of demands and prac-
tices which may initially seem
horrifying: "What do you
MEAN, you care about what the
judge says more than about
what I think?" LOL.
(One finds, oddly enough,
that after a year or so one be-
gins to 'think like a lawyer' and
many times one comes to the
same conclusion as the judge
whose opinion one is reading).
Students cope with this
new environment in many ways,
and one of the best ways to
cope with new environments is
by talking to others: talking to
more experienced students for
advice, sharing feelings with
peer students, talking to pro-
fessors about new concepts
and ideas.
The first gathering place
for many is Grisby's, the snack
bar on the first floor, where stu-
dents can get good food at in-
expensive prices, and always a
friendly word and smile from
the wonderful Mr, Grisby and
Ms. Rose. The newly remod-
eled and spiffy looking student
lounge offers a comfortable
place to sit and talk between
classes,
New students often have a
flurry of 'happy hours' where
they can retreat from the
school environment and dis-
cuss their new experiences
with their peers.
Many sections will initiate
chat boards for their particular
group on the internet so that
they may discuss their new ex-
periences as a group.
These sorts of discussions
are particularly valuable be-
cause one is discussing one's
experiences with others who
have a common experience. As
much as one's parents, or
spouses, or significant others
may love you and empathize
you, no one but your peers will
know the trials and tribulations
involved in one's first appellate
brief, or the unique feeling one
experiences when attempting
to read the tax code for the first
time.
Another means of com-
munication are the Westlaw
TWEN systems. Many profes-
sors use these for assignments
and other information, but
some professors will actually
open a chatboard for the class,
as a way of initiating class dis-
cussions that give valuable in-
sights and permit questions to
be considered in a less time
pressured manner than is
sometimes available in a class-
room.
Some professors lock
their TWEN classrooms but
others leave the door open so
that all students have the op-
portunity to receive ideas and
assistance from reading the dis-
cussions. I find it is very in-
teresting to look in on open
TWEN groups; even though my
professors are very good, see-
ing the ideas presented by oth-
ers always lends a texture and
fuller understanding of what-
ever subject I am trying to
learn.
So far, research has turned
up only one meeting place
meant for the entire STCL
group, where all students and
professors are invited to share
ideas. The ambitious site,
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After all, if a man can't handle
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'law student,
able to handle "lawyer. "
so we decided to wait it out.
There would eventually be
enough room in the club for us.
Five minutes into a 45-
minute wait, three handsome
men walking by invited us to
join them in a shortcut to the
front door. Maybe we weren't
so threatening as our "new"
selves or maybe my girls and I
just looked really great that
night. Either way we were get-
ting into the club and in record
time. 1 couldn't help but no-
ticing the other beautiful girls
on the way up to the front of
the line. We probably passed
teachers, flight attendants and
even a few lawyers. And even
though we got in just a little
faster than they did, I'm pretty
sure everyone who stayed in
line made it in that night.
And so I privately disre-
garded our earlier theory, if
only for the night, and gave up
the Victoria's Secret lie before
even using it. After all, if a
man can't handle "law stu-
dent," he sure won't be able
to handle "lawyer." So for
all you law bound ladies who
think you have experienced the
same dating pitfall I guess the
point is; if you're standing out-
side of your destination you'll
eventually get in. Not because
of what you do, but just be-
cause you're not getting out of
line until you do it.
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