anxiousacademic wrote:
It's the 12th hour and I still haven't decided between NYU and UVA. My application is on reserve at Columbia. I'm a Cornell grad from NYC and intend to stay in the city after I graduate. However, I am seriously interested in clerking on the federal appeals level after graduation and then possibly entering academia. I'm not interested in big law. If I attend NYU, I'll graduate with $35k to $40k in debt. I like both NYU and UVA a lot. Is NYU worth it?
underdawg wrote:also i don't think you should even go to law school if your plan is COA --> academia. wtf dude.
It's true, life is a bit unpredictible. At this stage in the game, you really have no idea how you will do in law school. Try to imagine, as a worst case scenario, that the only thing you have going for you besides mediocre grades from a top law school is that Cornell degree. Kinda makes you want to think about back-up plans, doesn't it?
Nah, I'm just fuckin' with ya, bro. Academia's tough to crack but you got that Cornell swagger.
Like
Harold Bloom jabbin' Naomi Wolf (LinkRemoved) with that thing which he doth see before him - not a
dagger,
not another
Shakespearean invention - this time
Bill Nye
experimenting in the gorges,
nailin' bitches on horses
- better yet, 2-winged beasts (LinkRemoved) -
With
Ruthie B, side saddle SCOTUS, saggy teats but still aims to please.
Then
Carl Sagan and
Dr. Atkins in a time machine,
smoking green,
Take us to
Cornell Club, NYC,
2nd Circuit, Latin heat, where - shit! -
Sotomayor left a vacancy.
She'd been axin' for this co-founder out of Ithaca -
"A prophet" she moaned,
"Ezra..."
She wanted him to appoint you -
anoint you -
you'd take her seat, see justice through.
Problem is, this
Eazy-"E",
father of
philanthropy,
lycanthropy,
went wolfman on your girlfriend while you were clerkin' on Circuit Three.
Said he'd **** her tenderly,
kidnapped her like
Persephone,
chains up his unwilling queen -
this is Cornell's first family!
But now he hears from
Strunk &
White,
"Pop" Warner taught you how to fight,
then you got hooked on blow, raised
Atlantis,
beat
Tron, smoked blunts (always
Swisher Sweets)
And now you're headed back East,
pimp-scholar,
gonna find these muthafuckas and void some
choler,
and follow
your academic dreams.