Lawyer Boy: A Case Study on Growing Up - Hardcover

Lax, Rick

Hardcover

ISBN 10: 031237335X ISBN 13: 9780312373351

Publisher: St. Martin's Press, 2008

Synopsis

After college, Rick Lax moved back into his parents’ house. The closest thing he had to a job was eating his parents’ food, sitting on his parents’ couch, and watching The Price is Right. An amateur magician, he spent the rest of his time practicing card tricks and rope tricks. And though he could tie four different slipknots, the necktie posed some difficulties.

Rick’s father, a successful Michigan attorney, told Rick it was time to move out and enter the real world. Rick certainly wasn’t going to get a job, so he went to law school instead.

This is the story of Rick’s journey from childhood to lawyerhood.

In Lawyer Boy, Rick uses the skills he developed as a magician to succeed in class, and learns how to become a lawyer without becoming his father. His journey through law school was exhausting, exciting, and infuriating, and, the way he tells it, so funny it’s criminal.

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About the Author:

Rick Lax attended the DePaul University College of Law and works as a freelance writer. He has written for The Michigan Daily, The American Enterprise, and Sojourners. An amateur magician, he lives in Chicago, Illinois, where he continues to practice prestidigitation.

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Lawyer Boy
CHAPTER ONEA Sleight Change of PlansI always wanted to be a magician, but my father, a tax lawyer, never considered magic a "viable career path." My mother, on the other hand, always told me I could do whatever I wanted with my life, but as I grew older, I realized that she and my father were playing Good Cop/Bad Cop and that when she said that I could do whatever I wanted with my life, she meant I could practice whatever kind of law I wanted.My uncle is a lawyer, and so are my Michigan cousins, my Chicago cousins, and my New York cousins. If I had any siblings, they'd be lawyers, too. My father's father, though, was not a lawyer. He slaughtered cows for a living.1 Now, I couldeasily write half a dozen lawyer jokes comparing slaughterhouses and courtrooms--they practically write themselves--but I'm not going to do that because I refuse to disrespect the meatpacking industry--see?All of my friends and ex-girlfriends are lawyers, law students, or soon-to-be law students currently denying their inevitable legal futures. The only exceptions to this rule are (1) my childhood buddy Steve,2 who works as his dad's law clerk, and (2) my neighbor Stacy, a paralegal. I come from an affluent suburb of Detroit where the only excuse for not practicing law is practicing medicine. But even medicine, many of my dad's partners feel, is a pretty sketchy excuse.My father and his partners saw my interest in magic the way an evangelical Christian father might view his son's homosexuality. As a phase."He'll grow out of it," they told my dad.I imagine one of them took my dad aside and said, "I've never told this to anyone before, but when I was Rick's age, I went through a magic phase, too. My bunkmate showed me my first card trick at summer camp when I was fourteen ... ."In middle school, my dad bought me 8.5" × 14" yellow legal pads on which to take notes, the way the evangelical father buys his gay son a baseball glove. But just as the gay son uses the baseball glove as a prop in his school's Damn Yankees production, I used the legal pads to sketch blueprints for grand stage illusions. Every time my birthday rolled around,I asked for marked cards and gimmicked coins and linking rings--and received dress shirts, neckties, and dictation recorders. So I sewed secret pockets into the dress shirts, used the neckties for escape demonstrations, and recorded psychic predictions on the dictation recorders (e.g., "Your card was the three of clubs").I didn't just perform escapes and psychic demonstrations; I performed billiard ball manipulations, rope tricks, and dove illusions.3 My specialty, though, was performing elaborate, multi-phase card tricks that most professionals wouldn't dare take on, like those of British magician GuyHollingworth. Hollingworth created one of my favorite card tricks, Reformation, in which a signed playing card is torn into four and then restored, piece by piece. It sounds simple, but it isn't; the trick's explanation goes on for thirty-six pages and contains instructions like this:The front edge of the left hand's card should be in contact with the front of the right's, so that when the cards are directly aligned with each other, that front edge can slide in between the right fingers and the other cards, sothat the right hand holds it in place; meanwhile the left thumb is still holding the other side of the folded V-shaped card, and immediately moves upwards, unfolding the card; at the same time the left fingers move to the side, so that the card is seen as it is being opened.4As a teenager, I fantasized about creating illusions so elaborate they'd make Guy Hollingworth's Reformation look like Dan Harlan's Card-Toon(!),5 so you can imagine how betrayed I felt when, at the age of twenty-four, Hollingworth left the field of magic to study law.Hollingworth's career change got me thinking: maybe practicing law isn't all that different from performing magic. The most powerful weapon in both lawyers' and magicians' arsenals is misdirection; just as Slydini misdirected an audience's attention away from the billiard ball's true location (Slydini's right hand) by looking at his left hand, Johnnie Cochran misdirected jurors' attention away from the DNA evidence by focusing on the pair of ill-fitting Isotoners.The main difference between magicians and lawyers is that lawyers have no use for sleight of hand. This difference is as personally disappointing as it is obvious--for every hour my dad spent pacing around the kitchen, saying things like "bargained-for consideration" and "promissory estoppel" into his dictation recorder, I'd spent three in front of the bathroom mirror practicing rope sleights."Judges," my father once told me, "aren't impressed by lawyers who can tie four varieties of slipknots; the only knots judges like are the ones that go around lawyers' necks."My father wasn't referring to a noose--my father doesn't make lawyer jokes--he was referring to neckties, and the reason he was referring to neckties was that I couldn't tie one. I'd always figured that if I never learned how to tie a necktie, nobody could rationally expect me to hold down a desk job. Unfortunately, I overestimated society's rationality, because everybody expected me to hold down a desk job. Specifically, society expected me to become a lawyer--this much was made clear to me while I was sitting shivah for my grandfather."Have you thought about law school? I bet that'd make your dad real happy."You think?"I'd love to take you out for lunch so we could talk about law school--your dad told me you're thinking of going."He did? I am?"I heard your big news!"I didn't."Law school!"Law school?"What a smart decision."Uh ... thanks ... ."Your grandfather would be so proud. I didn't want to tell you this until you made a final decision, but your grandfather always wanted you to become a lawyer like your father."No pressure or anything.Before my grandfather's funeral, my father sat me down at the kitchen table and said, "It's time for you to learn how to tie a tie." My father had offered to teach me how to tie a tie before every wedding, bar mitzvah, and funeral, and I'd always declined--that was the ritual. Only this time, my father wasn't joking around. "It's time for you to learn. Really." Maybe my grandfather's death had gotten my father thinking about how he wouldn't always be around to teach me how to do it. But when I declined again, my father did the same thing he had done my entire life: he tied my tie on himself, slipped it off his neck, and placed it around mine. 
In terms of employability, political science degrees make English degrees look like business degrees. Politics isn't a science, and therefore there's no such thing as a political scientist, and therefore poli-sci students generally need to find other fields to actually enter upon graduation. At the University of Michigan, my poli-sci classmates swore they'd never go into teaching political science, but fraternity pledges say the same thing about abolishing hazing once they becomeupperclassmen. And yet, year after year, the ridiculous, pointless rituals continue, as does fraternity hazing.After graduation I moved back in with my parents, where the closest thing I had to a job was watching The Price Is Right, in that I had to make it to the living room couch at the same time every day. A master of the art of reverse psychology, my mother enthused about having me back: "I feel so fortunate to spend all this time with you."I found her lies insultingly transparent.Unemployment isn't as easy as you'd think. As an unem-ployee, you often struggle with the desire to do something, and fighting that desire off requires fortitude and focus. On the plus side, you have plenty of time to surf the Internet, watch decades-old Magic of David Copperfield VHS tapes, go to Dunkin' Donuts with your high school buddies, and date the same girls you dated in high school, the main difference being that these girls are now less likely to go to second base with you because they fail to appreciate the fortitude and focus required to not do anything. Dating new girls isn't really an option, either (e.g., "Want to come back to my place ... and meet my parents?").I didn't just live with my parents. I watched their televisions, drove their cars, and wore their clothes when mine were dirty and I was too lazy to wash them and too lazy to ask my mom to wash them for me.I didn't appreciate how dependent I'd become until the night my father flew to Washington for a business meeting and I needed him to tie my tie. At that time, I was playing cowbell for my friend Rob's rock band Tally Hall in theirsong "Banana Man."6 Tally Hall always wore neckties when performing, and as their cowbellist, I was expected to wear one, too. Only I couldn't because I didn't know how to tie one and wouldn't admit that to the guys in the band. So I took to the stage with my dress shirt unbuttoned and untucked. Two-thirds of the way through the song, I missed one of my cues. I was preoccupied by the following thought: I'm twenty-two years old, not retarded, and I still need my daddy to dress me.I realized that my full-time immaturity shtick would one day inevitably turn from cute and charming to sad and creepy. I realized that I couldn't live with my parents forever, that I needed a place of my own, and that magic wouldn't pay the bills--the ones I'd presumably have if I had a place of my own. I realized that I had to go to law school ... because it's not like I was going to get a job or anything. 
The Law School Admission Test is a five-hour multiple-choice exam administered to provide a "standard measure of acquired reading and verbal reasoning skills that law schools can use as one of several factors in assessing applicants," and to crush the aspirations of twentysomethings who grew upwatching Law & Order thinking, That looks cool. I can do that. These twentysomethings are largely wrong--they can't do that. To make that point perfectly clear, the Law School Admission Committee designed the LSAT so that the average test taker (one who scores at the fiftieth percentile) can't even complete the exam in the given time. Of course, half of all LSAT takers receive below average scores,7 and for that half the chances of admission are not good. But not to worry, Law & Order fans, according to one undergraduate school's Web site:There are at least two accredited law schools in the nation that will take almost anyone, offering them the chance at law school, but nothing more. These schools tend to flunk out 75% of their students after the first year, taking their tuition and sending them off. But if you can hack it, you can stay.Students with low LSAT scores can also enroll in nonaccredited law schools, but I don't know why they'd want to; most states--California being the most notable exception--won't even allow graduates of nonaccredited law schools to take the bar exam. According to The Princeton Review, law schools not accredited by the American Bar Association have other problems:Some critics argue that schools not accredited by the ABA are oriented less towards instilling students with a thorough knowledge of the law, and more towards teaching them how to pass the bar exam, supplying part-time professors and Spartan facilities. Two years ago, approximately eighty percent of students who attended ABA-approved schools in California passed the bar exam, versus approximately thirty percent for students who attended [California Bar Association]-approved schools, and about fifteen percent for those who went the non-accredited route.The Princeton Review also says: "Many people feel that they have to score at least a 160 to get into a 'good' law school. That's pure myth." When translated from motivational test-prep puffery to prospective law studentese, that means: "If you don't score at least a 160, you are a failure--not just as a prospective law student, but as a human being. Nobody could ever love an idiot like you." Unlike the SAT, if you get a bad LSAT score, you can't take the test a second time without consequence. Law schools are given access to your complete record, not just your highest score.My father doesn't remember his LSAT score--allegedly--but it was high enough to earn him a seat at the University of Michigan Law School. The University of Michigan doesn't just have the best law school in Michigan; it has one of the best in the country. The law school shows up on the U.S. News & World Report top-ten ranking every year.8 The median starting salary of 2007 graduates was $125,000.If I did well on the LSAT, I'd earn a seat at the University of Michigan Law School, my ticket to the six-figure job, gas-guzzling SUV, and ungrateful trophy wife of my dreams. If I did poorly, I'd have to blow my (parents') hard-earned money at a California diploma mill for the tiny chance that I might pass the bar and find a job defending indigent baby rapists.Getting into the University of Michigan's undergraduate program was tough--I'd needed to transfer in. Getting into their law school, I recognized, would be almost impossible. The Supreme Court made that much clear in the 2003 case Grutter v. Bollinger. The case's opinion9 begins: "The [University of Michigan] Law School ranks among the Nation's top law schools. It receives more than 3,500 applications each year for a class of around 350 students." In Grutter, the Supreme Court held that state universities have a compelling interest in obtaining the educational benefits that flow from adiverse student body, and that this interest justifies the use of race as a factor in admissions. But even without affirmative action, plaintiff Barbara Grutter, who had a 3.8 GPA and 161 LSAT score, probably couldn't get into the University of Michigan Law School today. In recent years, the average incoming University of Michigan Law School student has had a 3.7 GPA and 168 LSAT score.Coming out of college, I didn't have a 3.7 GPA. The As I earned in Choir I, Choir II, Acting I, Acting II, Experimental Composition, and Creative Writing barely pulled my GPA above a 3.4. I would need a sky-high LSAT score to guarantee myself a seat at my father's law school.According to the American Bar Association, when my father began his legal education in 1968, there were just 3,554 women enrolled in ABA-accredited schools; in 2005, there were 66,613. In 1971, just 5,568 minority students attended ABA-accredited law schools; in 2005, 29,768 did.10 There's a good chance my father couldn't get into the University of Michigan Law School today with his old scores. But that's the kind of sound-minded evaluation that can only be done in retrospect; before I took the LSAT, all I knew was that I had to score at least a 170 so I could get into my father's law school, or else, like scientist George Darwin, I'd be forever doomed to work in my father's professional shadow.The biggest obstacle standing in the way of my getting a spectacular LSAT score was my mediocre test-taking ability, as evidenced by my mediocre GPA. The best thing I hadgoing for me was all the free time I had to attend LSAT prep classes like Kaplan, which boasted a "unique combination of the highest ...

About this edition

• Publisher: St. Martin's Press
• Publication date: 2008
• ISBN 10: 031237335X
• ISBN 13: 9780312373351
• Binding: Hardcover
• Edition number: 1
• Number of pages: 288