I’m backkk!!! Okay, I know what you’re thinking. How the heck do you write a few blog posts and disappear for two years without even so much as a goodbye? I’ll tell you how! IT'S CALLED LAW SCHOOL. I wish someone had warned me. Beyond the countless hours of reading and anxiety-ridden verbal jousting matches with professors who test how well you read by unexpectedly calling on you in class, there is this other element of law school that really tested the bounds of my social tolerance. Law school is like HIGH SCHOOL PART II. Let me paint a picture of the social experiment that I have been subjected to for the last year and a half.
At first, just like in high school, everybody wanted to get to know everybody else:
Random Law Student: “Hi—I’m X. What’s your name?”
Me: “I’m Shimite”
Awkward Pause
Random Law Student: “So, where did you go to undergrad?” (This is code for—“Are you worthy of being my friend?”)

After the first couple of months of traveling around together in the same classes in the same building, clicks start to develop and people stop smiling. You have your friends, but you never see them because everyone is so busy studying all of the time. When you do see them, the flurry of pleasantries becomes second-nature. The following “conversation” transpires about five times per day with varying people and lasts approximately ten seconds:
Me: “Hey—omg I never see you!”
Fake Law School Friend: “Yea—omg we need to catch up!”
Me: “Yea seriously! Oh I’m late for class—see ya!”
We also have lockers where we stuff our 10 pound law books (which by the way cost approximately $150-$200 a piece).


We have “popular kids” who spend more time trying to network for their future political aspirations than going to class or reading (not that doing well in law school is about going to class). Then, we have the “losers” aka “gunners” who nobody likes because they raise their hand too much in lecture, carry all their books in their book-bags so they look hunchback, and sprint through the halls when they are 2 minutes late. And finally, we have the “panickers” who relish in transmitting their fear and anxiety about exams and grades from the inner depths of their over-achieving brains, to you.
Crazy Law Student: “Omg I’m freaking out—omg omg”
Me: “Why?”
Crazy Law Student: “Omg I haven’t finished my outline and it’s like 1 month before finals!”
Me: “Oh—I haven’t started…uh oh..”
But I can’t forget the very venerable and accomplished law professor, who pretends that he (or she) doesn’t recognize you when you are riding the elevator together or passing each other on campus, even though you are one of 3 black kids in the entire class. Really? Don’t worry, Professor X I forgive you because you are so stuck in your world of academia you forget to come down to earth and live amongst the common man and his real-world problems.
But, alas, I am not going to make this post entirely about the woes of law school, because there has in fact been one amazing realization that I have come to since I began this journey. Law school and lawyers for that matter are “stressy” by training and by nature, and I need an outlet to remain sane. For me, music and singing has been my repose and saving grace.
Over the last year, I have been working with my boyfriend who is a corporate soldier by day and music producer by night, and making wonderful music together (not that kind!). The first project is to be released in the next month, and my debut album is in the works. So-who says I can’t do and have it all?!!

Please stay tuned as I track my evolution to lawyer-songstress!!