Never in my life did I think that going to law school would involve the destruction of so many trees. (And that’s not including all the paper money flowing out of my pockets and into the hands of the school, textbook printers, bar exam preparatory classes, loan sharks, and stuff I’ve just thrown into the fireplace for no reason.)
I’ve got bookshelves filled with large (and largely unread) books that I’ll probably never open again. There are large piles of court cases printed out that I’ll never refer to again. (Thank God I had a laptop to take notes or all those extra sheets of paper would have cost the world a couple more saplings… I’m not sure whether the coal burned for electricity was worth it, but at least I put it to practical use. Especially when learning to play Minesweeper with a touch-pad.) And then there are all those blue books for taking tests that I never see again—all I get is 2-3 hours sucked out of my life and a final grade to show for it.
But that’s not all. By the time the graduation ceremony is over, I’ll have a plaque with a diploma inside and a plaque with a fraternity certificate inside (don’t worry, it’s co-ed–fraternizing with other members to the point of marriage won’t require moving to Massachusetts). I can get two plaques for certificates that show I’m certified to work as a mediator or an arbitrator… think of all those patches of forest that got razed for my sake in the past three years. Man, if I decide to work in the field of environmental law, I’m gonna feel like a serious hypocrite.
