I don't do too many seminars, and lunch time information sessions anymore. I did some last semester, even some that I probably should not go to. But today, I thought I would do one on retaining and hiring minority associates at a major regional firm.
I figure, I'll let the convo flow, and I'll add in my input. I always got shit to say on minority issues and concerns. The two representatives from the law firm was about 20 minutes late, which wasn't cool. When they (one white dude, and one Black lady) walked in, they commented that they had problems getting or finding a cab, I was close to telling them, damn, y'all should have let T (white dude) get the cab, don't you know any better, in a joking manner. But I figured M (Black lady) would find it offensive, and the rest of the group wouldn't get it. I mean what made them think a Black woman can get a cab, even in our gentile, egalatarian city. I always think of how my friend Donna had trouble getting cabs in DC, and Donna can be classified as "lite skinned." Shit, they should have used public transportation.
My group was active in the conversation, and I said a few things, but I thought the dialogue was getting mad pointless, 'cos, they ain't hiring anybody, and we're all 1L's. Like they're going to remember us. And I'm sitting there, thinking when the hell do we get to have input, or when will these two personnel people ask us about how to retain or hire minority candidates. It was like waiting for my "A" or waiting for a woman to hit on me (not hit me, hit on me); the time never came. All they talked about was how they were better than other firms, and they are really pushing for more diversity, and really look high and low for "tokens" (South Park), eses, and FOBs. Cool, I'm with you, but what the fuck you want, a cookie? how about a Famous Amos cookie?
Then they talked about working for a big firm, and how some people with lower GPAs do land phat ass jobs, and its all about networking. Ok, tell me something I don't already know. But they added as a caveat that some firms do have snobbish factor with GPAs, and places we graduated from, again, wtf, tell me something we don't know. I added, "so I guess we gotta have everything, huh." M laughed, and then the two of them went off talking about how it is not about the money, and we should take all factors into account. And I asked her, bluntly, did the money help, though? (since she worked at a big Seattle firm when she got out of Ann Arbor), and she paused, and said, "......Yes, it allowed me to do what I wanted to do." I think she was initially taken aback by my bluntness, but I was sick of the bullshit, and wanted to cut right to it. She tried to defend herself by talking about student loans, and that the most ideal way was to go "in house" right after graduation (she did after 3 years at firm, and some luxury cars-she said).
Later she was really warm to me, and told me to e-mail her for her card (I got T's card, but M ran out), I think she respected the fact that I put the stop to all the bullshit.
I'm practically done semi-networking here. I just gotta push my home region's connections to the hilt.
(shaking my head)
again could've done more, but I don't think I can do more than 3 to 4 1/2 each day.
still haven't watched the White Rapper Show.
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Name and the midday walk
I'm a Law Student full fuckin' time, but I like to think that I'm only a part time student, b/c I'm not letting it consume my life. (but consuming nontheless) Like now, I should be reading property, but I'm listening to some classic Common that takes me back to riding the Red Line into the city from MD. those were the days, and funny thing is, I knew it at the time. And I appreciated it before it was even over, damn.
My name is an appropriation of the name of one of my favorite NBA players, and it stands for something. He plays for the New Orleans (sometime Oklahoma City) Hornets, actually stayed in school (less known University in Philly) for four years, and three point shooting semi-specialist. A more talented Black Matt Bullard, way more talented.
On the way back for a break, my classmate and I discussed our extra class, and OCI, and our first semester ("the grades sucked, but I liked it ok," she said.) I was wondering if Karl Llewelyn can get me a job, and we talked that the right answer is what our professor think.
I'm gonna eat lunch, shit, and maybe get in 10 minutes of reading. Maybe.
My name is an appropriation of the name of one of my favorite NBA players, and it stands for something. He plays for the New Orleans (sometime Oklahoma City) Hornets, actually stayed in school (less known University in Philly) for four years, and three point shooting semi-specialist. A more talented Black Matt Bullard, way more talented.
On the way back for a break, my classmate and I discussed our extra class, and OCI, and our first semester ("the grades sucked, but I liked it ok," she said.) I was wondering if Karl Llewelyn can get me a job, and we talked that the right answer is what our professor think.
I'm gonna eat lunch, shit, and maybe get in 10 minutes of reading. Maybe.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Golf Regional Recruiting Theory
Golf Terminology: 18 holes, a nine is usually played at 35 or 36 strokes for par. Fade: a shot that curved in a controlable fashion to the right, decent amateurs hit this shot. Draw: A shot that is curved in a controlabe fashion to the left. Natural shot of most professionals including Eldrick Woods, top cablalisan golfer.
Why the break down in golf terminology, I miss my high school days, ...please. Today, I hope is the near ending of 1L OCI (On Campus Interviewing), not that I'm pissed off, annoyed, or hurt by the fact that I went 0 for 5, and sat right back on the bench. I got mine already (that's another blog). I've been actually observing the whole thing in a bemusing manner. First of all, about 4 to 8 core people have gotten all the interviews, and then about a handful (say 5 to 9 other people) get some trickle down interviews (like one interview here, one there, with smaller firms, or public agencies). The core 4 to 8, show up in suits everyday, when the interviewers come to campus, like high school coaches scouting junior high players on the South side. (bad simile, but I feel I like I was due one.) I really can't hate on the 4 to 8, one of the guys worked really hard, so props to him. If I'm studying 3 to 5, with time left for listening to music, the White Rapper show, and blogging, my man is all up in the study lounge grinding, so respect. Other people, some of them are dry as hell, like an 80 year old woman in the middle of the Kalahari, dry, I wouldn't want to work with them, but hell, what do I know, like I'm hiring anybody. (My 2L friend, called one of the elite 8, "interview girl.") But for real, I'm satisfied with my position right now, especially after grades came out. I'll just have to be on some Mitch "Blood" Green shit and win the fight in the street, and lose it in 10 rounds in the ring.
Ok, I'm digressing, and two Watt/Thorn songs already and I haven't got to the point. What's so bemusing and borderline funny, is the people in my class with egos bigger than an Airbus, and they haven't gotten interviews. I can see the slight doubt and bleakness on their face. Now, some of my classmates, I am rooting for, others, I think its funny as hell, they come in all confident, and now they're being ignore. Because, in 1L OCI, only the top 10 to 15 percent will get interviews consistently, the rest, whether they're in the top 25%, top 60%, or bottom 5% will get ignored like an Asian man looking for a date. Shit is mad hilarious. It reminds me of the
199_ (I refuse to date myself) at (I can't remember this) either Crab Orchard Golf Club or Rend Lend Golf Course, though I'm pretty sure it was the latter. I was number 4 to 6 on my team, which included a guy who lost by two strokes to Eldrick Woods as a Junior, and an all conference member. By the Regionals of my junior year (it was at Crab Orchard, hell), I had slumped so badly that I was playing #6, with a butt ass early start time. After a beautiful draw for an opening drive (first shot), I bombed out on the front nine, shooting something that was close to Urlacher's number (I should've figure something was wrong as I still haven't figure out how to draw the ball, the fade is my shot). I regained some dignity with a 44 on the back nine. Of course, I missed sectionals by about 18 to 24 shots. J (see the law school practice of using initials, since the people don't really matter), J who was playing #5 also bombed out, shooting a number that was around my range.
Our #1, two time defending state champion, shot the worse round of his competitive life, and miss Sectionals ! I think he was burned out from the summer National junior circuit, and just lost focus. Our, number 2, always been in the shadow of #1, blistered the front nine with a round in the mid 30s, all he had to do was shoot a 41-43, and he was in there ("in there"), he limped home with a 45 or 44, and miss sectionals by 2 or 3 shots, distraught and near tears. In the van ride back, our #1 was rather chipper for someone who was wasn't going to defend his title. (I mean, a package to the Naval Academy helps.) We started talking, and J told our #2, unsympathetically, something like "Fuck it, H, it doesn't matter if you missed Sectionals by 2 shots, or you missed it by 20 shots like me, you ain't fuckin' goin'" deadpan. H chuckled in an yeah, mutherfucker, shut the fuck up, 'cos it hurts laughing way. I laughed, and so did the other two players (#3 and #4), and J said it about two more times. "It doesn't fuckin' matter, that you miss by two shots, or 20, bottom line is you ain't goin'."
And that's the beauty of 1L OCI, it doesn't fuckin' matter if you're in the top 25 % or the bottom 5%, you ain't getting the fuckin' interviews. fuck it, its hillarious as hell, watching some of my classmates mope like H (player #2). get over it, you ain't getting the fuckin' interviews.
now, ain't that sexy like Tyra circa 1998, and its real like she is circa 2006, National Enquirer too.
Got some work done, but could've done more, what's new. still haven't watched the White Rapper Show I taped. Hallelujah, holla back.
And tracey sings, "big deal.......what you think she feels......big deal....what is it you want to feel, I don't think you want to feel....."
Feel me?
Why the break down in golf terminology, I miss my high school days, ...please. Today, I hope is the near ending of 1L OCI (On Campus Interviewing), not that I'm pissed off, annoyed, or hurt by the fact that I went 0 for 5, and sat right back on the bench. I got mine already (that's another blog). I've been actually observing the whole thing in a bemusing manner. First of all, about 4 to 8 core people have gotten all the interviews, and then about a handful (say 5 to 9 other people) get some trickle down interviews (like one interview here, one there, with smaller firms, or public agencies). The core 4 to 8, show up in suits everyday, when the interviewers come to campus, like high school coaches scouting junior high players on the South side. (bad simile, but I feel I like I was due one.) I really can't hate on the 4 to 8, one of the guys worked really hard, so props to him. If I'm studying 3 to 5, with time left for listening to music, the White Rapper show, and blogging, my man is all up in the study lounge grinding, so respect. Other people, some of them are dry as hell, like an 80 year old woman in the middle of the Kalahari, dry, I wouldn't want to work with them, but hell, what do I know, like I'm hiring anybody. (My 2L friend, called one of the elite 8, "interview girl.") But for real, I'm satisfied with my position right now, especially after grades came out. I'll just have to be on some Mitch "Blood" Green shit and win the fight in the street, and lose it in 10 rounds in the ring.
Ok, I'm digressing, and two Watt/Thorn songs already and I haven't got to the point. What's so bemusing and borderline funny, is the people in my class with egos bigger than an Airbus, and they haven't gotten interviews. I can see the slight doubt and bleakness on their face. Now, some of my classmates, I am rooting for, others, I think its funny as hell, they come in all confident, and now they're being ignore. Because, in 1L OCI, only the top 10 to 15 percent will get interviews consistently, the rest, whether they're in the top 25%, top 60%, or bottom 5% will get ignored like an Asian man looking for a date. Shit is mad hilarious. It reminds me of the
199_ (I refuse to date myself) at (I can't remember this) either Crab Orchard Golf Club or Rend Lend Golf Course, though I'm pretty sure it was the latter. I was number 4 to 6 on my team, which included a guy who lost by two strokes to Eldrick Woods as a Junior, and an all conference member. By the Regionals of my junior year (it was at Crab Orchard, hell), I had slumped so badly that I was playing #6, with a butt ass early start time. After a beautiful draw for an opening drive (first shot), I bombed out on the front nine, shooting something that was close to Urlacher's number (I should've figure something was wrong as I still haven't figure out how to draw the ball, the fade is my shot). I regained some dignity with a 44 on the back nine. Of course, I missed sectionals by about 18 to 24 shots. J (see the law school practice of using initials, since the people don't really matter), J who was playing #5 also bombed out, shooting a number that was around my range.
Our #1, two time defending state champion, shot the worse round of his competitive life, and miss Sectionals ! I think he was burned out from the summer National junior circuit, and just lost focus. Our, number 2, always been in the shadow of #1, blistered the front nine with a round in the mid 30s, all he had to do was shoot a 41-43, and he was in there ("in there"), he limped home with a 45 or 44, and miss sectionals by 2 or 3 shots, distraught and near tears. In the van ride back, our #1 was rather chipper for someone who was wasn't going to defend his title. (I mean, a package to the Naval Academy helps.) We started talking, and J told our #2, unsympathetically, something like "Fuck it, H, it doesn't matter if you missed Sectionals by 2 shots, or you missed it by 20 shots like me, you ain't fuckin' goin'" deadpan. H chuckled in an yeah, mutherfucker, shut the fuck up, 'cos it hurts laughing way. I laughed, and so did the other two players (#3 and #4), and J said it about two more times. "It doesn't fuckin' matter, that you miss by two shots, or 20, bottom line is you ain't goin'."
And that's the beauty of 1L OCI, it doesn't fuckin' matter if you're in the top 25 % or the bottom 5%, you ain't getting the fuckin' interviews. fuck it, its hillarious as hell, watching some of my classmates mope like H (player #2). get over it, you ain't getting the fuckin' interviews.
now, ain't that sexy like Tyra circa 1998, and its real like she is circa 2006, National Enquirer too.
Got some work done, but could've done more, what's new. still haven't watched the White Rapper Show I taped. Hallelujah, holla back.
And tracey sings, "big deal.......what you think she feels......big deal....what is it you want to feel, I don't think you want to feel....."
Feel me?
Mood with Warning/About Damn Time (Darrin O'Brien Remix)
It is about damn time I started this, and since it Snowed today (everybody will miss this reference) and our third class got canceled, I figured I might as well get this bitch off the ground.
Move bitch.
I was designing the template, and looked at My friend's template, and figured I like that one, it gives that midnight calming mood, real chill coffee spot in Omotesando, Tokyo vibe.
(Thanks, Q)
But I'm in Law School, so I got some law related errands to run, even on an "off" day, namely sending out this "Thank You, keep in touch, I'm gonna apply to your firm next cycle, etc." letter.
Now, if I can figure out if I want to drive or walk in this mess.
Warning: In this Blog, you will find curse words, "hatin'," calling people out; hip-hop, reggae, soul, Japan references you might not understand, and also international pop culture. Look that shit up, it'll make you smarter. (but it won't help you on the final, or get your GPA up).
Move bitch.
I was designing the template, and looked at My friend's template, and figured I like that one, it gives that midnight calming mood, real chill coffee spot in Omotesando, Tokyo vibe.
(Thanks, Q)
But I'm in Law School, so I got some law related errands to run, even on an "off" day, namely sending out this "Thank You, keep in touch, I'm gonna apply to your firm next cycle, etc." letter.
Now, if I can figure out if I want to drive or walk in this mess.
Warning: In this Blog, you will find curse words, "hatin'," calling people out; hip-hop, reggae, soul, Japan references you might not understand, and also international pop culture. Look that shit up, it'll make you smarter. (but it won't help you on the final, or get your GPA up).
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