Yuko Sin is an instructor and blogger for Blueprint LSAT Prep. He started as a 1L at Columbia Law School in the fall, and is writing a series of law school-related posts about his experiences.
Law school exams are over, winter vacation is behind me, and grades are in.
Exams were pretty stressful. Law school grades fall on a curve. A curve says, “It’s not about you doing well, it’s about others doing worse than you.” Brutal.
But it helps if you have an awesome study group. Someone to help you figure out why the right answers are right, and why the wrong answers are wrong. Someone to tell you that you that you’re scaring them after your twelfth espresso. It’s also easier to take a break from studying if you can drag a few people out with you to the movies or to a museum.
When I got home for winter break I wanted to detox. I set out to do the exact opposite of studying. So I drove seven hours to Vegas to consume the best all-you-can-eat buffet in the world. It’s called the Bacchanal Buffet at Caesars Palace, and it’s absolutely decadent.
I was somewhere near the bisque, on the edge of the dessert tables, when the food coma began to take hold—the result of round after round of crab, steak, fried chicken, pastries, champagne, and ribs from animals that I didn’t even know had ribs. To paraphrase Kobayashi, the Japanese hot-dog eating champion, “If you stop when you start to feel sick, you’ll never improve.” I felt dirty, I felt wrong, but I pushed on. Mama didn’t raise no quitter. I think it was the walnut shrimp that finally broke me. I left wishing I had a motorized wheelchair.
If anyone from Caesars is reading this, I’m willing to accept an endorsement deal—or even a legal internship at the buffet.
This semester should be a bit more difficult. We have to take four classes instead of three. But life is still pretty good. I’m eating salads now. My blood pressure is normal, and I’m seeing someone about my food issues.
But when I look home to the west, I feel a deep longing in my chest. I can hear four kinds of crab calling out to me. See you this summer.
For more of Yuko’s law school journey, check out his past diary entries: