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By nature, I’m pretty laid-back, so I tried not to take part. I hadn’t come to law school to stress out about getting good grades, much less to stress out about others’ grades. Hell, I could’ve stressed out in Indiana; I had come to California to have a good time. I studied a fair amount, but only as much as I felt was necessary. The rest of the time, I hung out with friends, I went to the beach, I went out at night, I took weekend trips, and did all the things I normally liked to do, regardless of whether I was a first-year law student. Eventually, I started to notice that people had been keeping tabs on me. Without even knowing it, I developed a reputation as a slacker who never studiedand thus wasn’t a threat to anyone.
I noticed that people spoke to me differently than they had at the beginning of the year. Before, I would get the requisite investigatory questions such as: “Where’d you go to college?” “What was your major?” Little facts that need to be known to determine someone’s potential. Kinda’ like high school. Pathetic, but true. After a while, however, other students would approach me with ease and say stupid little comments like, “Wow, you’re pretty tan. Were you at the beach again this weekend?”
Everything changed once first semester exams came around. Most of our first year classes lasted the whole year, so most of the exams were only midterms. The big one, however, was Criminal Law. This class was only a semester long, so this was the only exam that determined the entire final grade. This was our first exam, and the most important one of the semester. I reached far up into, well, somewhere, and pulled out a big, fat A.
Methe slacker who spent more time at the beach than the libraryhad gotten one of the select few As out of the entire first-year class.
Word got out that I had gotten an A. (In other words, I told everyone I knew.) All of a sudden, my reputation changed. Though grossly inaccurate, this reputation followed me for the remainder of my three years. In law school, an A can go a very, very long way.
From Chapter 4, “Welcome to Law School”