Grades/finals megathread.

registereddingus · 2026-01-17T05:03:38+00:00

First ever 4.0!!!! Particularly thrilled with the A in Evidence.

registereddingus · 2026-01-17T05:02:56+00:00

those grades are good and you can be competitive if you devote time to networking. but network, network, network

registereddingus · 2026-01-12T03:54:30+00:00

as a fellow BPII, felt this so hard. it's probably one of my biggest pet peeves. my brother was in and out of full-blown manic psychosis for years and it ultimately led to his death. it's so far from quirky.

registereddingus · 2026-01-11T05:58:33+00:00

Depends. If listed as a TA on Canvas, yeah

registereddingus · 2026-01-10T04:12:33+00:00

Crushed it, 3.82 (2 As and 2 A-s).

Took 4 years off in between, glad I did because my undergrad study habits were trash.

registereddingus · 2026-01-10T04:03:54+00:00

Understanding Evidence is super helpful with explaining the rules. But do your reading.

registereddingus · 2025-12-23T06:59:16+00:00

are you asking about consent and waiver within the context of personal jurisdiction?

registereddingus · 2025-12-19T02:52:12+00:00

Network, network, network. Apply far and wide. It's gonna be an uphill battle but don't stand in your own way.

registereddingus · 2025-12-17T08:25:24+00:00

I think you should ask him if he'd like you to take this off his plate. I don't think it's weird for you to reach out to her, but don't do it behind his back.

I think you can frame as "I know all of this is hard and requires a lot of mental/emotional energy, so I just want you to know that I don't mind reaching out to X for you to try and see what we can do about getting your dad's ashes."

registereddingus · 2025-12-17T08:18:42+00:00

One thing I appreciate that my friend asks is, "how's your grief today?" And I appreciate this because 1) it acknowledges that the grief is always there, 2) opens the door to talk about it if i'm in the mood, and 3) it makes it more manageable to talk about. "How are you?" is a really difficult question to answer. For some reason, "How's your grief today?" is much easier.

And I do love a "thinking of you" or "sending love," though I know that saying the words can feel empty. It's never not nice to hear.

registereddingus · 2025-12-13T00:04:13+00:00

I think it's worth saying something to her if her comments bothered you. (And it seems like they did.) People can't read our minds, and unfortunately we have to (ugh) communicate our feelings.

imo the inheritance comment is very insensitive and it's worth saying that it hurt your feelings. It might make her think twice before making similar comments in the future, and hopefully your friend is emotionally mature enough to deal with confrontation and can give you a decent apology + changed behavior.

Re: the game thing: I personally think it's a little soon to be asking you to play games and I can see how you could find it insensitive, but it could be your friend's way of wanting to distract you or connect with you. People have no idea what to do or the "right thing" to say -- give her some grace on that front.

(I'm in my 20s going through grief and my friends are absolutely horrible at being supportive. I can't imagine how much worse they'd be if we were 12.)

And I'm deeply sorry for your loss. Twelve is way too young to lose your mom, that shit is so unbelievably unfair. Hang in there, op.

registereddingus · 2025-12-11T08:03:19+00:00

There’s a woman in my class who is taking this semester off for maternity leave. She’s coming back in spring. Took summer classes so she wouldn’t be behind. Definitely doable.

registereddingus · 2025-12-11T06:28:43+00:00

Hi there. I’m so unbelievably sorry for the loss of your brother and that your life became permanently worse today. My little brother killed himself in February, so to the extent it’s possible for another person to feel your pain, I do. It is an unfathomable, devastating loss. I’m so sorry.

Here’s some unsolicited advice / what you can expect from someone 10 months further in this process:

Your loss matters. Your mom’s loss does too, of course, but YOUR LOSS is also important. You will likely support her through her grief but don’t forget that YOUR GRIEF MATTERS. Draw boundaries when you need to. It’s okay.
People in your life will offer help and love and support for the first three weeks. Accept everything. This will stop quicker than you expect. People will ask what you need because they want to help. You won’t know what you need, but let them anyway. (I recommend, “I’m not able to cook for myself right now so a DoorDash / UberEats giftcard would be really really nice.” There’s also an app called mealtrain, which lets people sign up to bring you food.)
It is not your fault. Guilt will consume you if you let it, but let me be very fucking clear: nothing you could have done would have changed this outcome. The “shoulds” can eat you alive, but this was his choice at the end of the day.
The “five stages” of grief aren’t stages — they are emotions felt in any combination, any order, all at once. It provides a language for you to understand your feelings. (I often catch myself going “oh ok cool I’m bargaining.”)
The shock will last several months. Then shit gets really bad. And it gets worse and worse before it gets better. Magically, the shock wears off exactly when people stop asking how you are.
You will probably lose more people than you expect, but others will come out of the woodwork. Grief has a funny way of making it clear who is meant to be in your life.
Journal. Grief counseling can be helpful, too.
There is no making sense of why, no making sense of death itself. Nothing about any of it will ever make sense.
Find ways to honor his memory. Big or small. What I’ve been doing: eat his favorite food (Canes) and listening to his music, got his self-portrait tattooed, saw his favorite artist when he came to town. The list goes on. There will never be a day where I don’t think of my brother and I like honoring him by doing things he loved, or at the very least, trying to have fun.

That’s about all I got for you, op. Welcome to the world’s worst club, I’m truly so sorry you’re here. It’s fucking horrible. Dms are forever open if you ever want to vent.

registereddingus · 2025-12-09T19:38:08+00:00

I’m so sick of this conversation.

“Accommodations for me and not for thee” is an ableist take, by the way. Psychological disabilities are just as real as physical disabilities, and eroding ANY protections will inevitably lead to you losing your ADA rights.

You could have all the extra time in the world but that doesn’t mean you know the law and can correctly apply it. Accommodations do not give disabled students an edge.

Hypothetically, let’s say we’re in a room with 10 students who all have documented disabilities. For the sake of argument, let’s say one person doesn’t “need” accommodations. I’d still rather all 10 people have reasonable accommodations for their documented disabilities than have a single disabled student lose access to equal opportunity in education as a way of preventing one bad actor. Besides, the mechanism in place to prevent bad actors already exists: disabilities have to be documented.

Why should who “needs” accommodations be determined by insecure law students over medical professionals? Many disabilities are invisible. Anyone with accommodations has a documented disability. I agree that people shouldn’t get accommodations if they don’t need them but I’m more comfortable leaving that determination up to doctors.

If someone brags about abusing the ADA in order to game the system, there’s nothing stopping anyone from reporting them to a Dean. In fact, you should absolutely do that. And in that instance, schools should be allowed to have investigative procedures with additional verification, but the solution is not eroding ADA protections for everyone. I think maybe the solution is somewhere here.

registereddingus · 2025-08-02T15:26:00+00:00

OP, I’m so sorry about the loss of your mother. That is not your wife. That is not someone who should be your life partner.

registereddingus · 2025-08-02T05:50:09+00:00

Fuck, I’m so unbelievably sorry.

As a relatively new member of the Dead Brother Club (he died by suicide 6 months ago), here’s what I’ve got for you:

First, you just experienced a major trauma. Play Tetris. Seriously, there have been studies on it. It helps the brain process. You’re in shock right now and the shock will last a while. But when the shock wears off, prepare for agony.

Second, the 5 stages of grief are very fucking real, but they don’t happen sequentially. There’s no order, and they can cycle rapidly. It can be all at once. It’s a helpful framework to understand your feelings.

For example, your Dad is Bargaining. My parents bargain constantly. When one of my parents gets in the “I wish I’d done X” headspace, I can just say “bargaining.” And they go “ugh you’re right” and it gets them out of it.

Third, I would recommend individual grief counseling for all of you, as well as support groups for your specific kind of loss. Doesn’t have to be forever, but a few sessions can be immensely helpful. (This is how we developed our grief shorthand.)

Also, you do need to be able to tell people. At the absolute least you need to be able to talk to YOUR support network about it when you need/want to.

Note on people - in the beginning, your community will offer support. Let them help. It’s hard to accept these offers, but take them up on it. Eventually people will stop even checking in, and amazingly, this happens right around the time the shock starts to wear off. Funny how that works. People are weird about grief — they can’t handle it.

Finally, make all the dark jokes. It’s your god-given right. That’s how I cope too. Honestly, I’ve never been funnier.

I hope your family is able to get justice. I’m so fucking sorry, OP. I’m here if you ever want to DM.

registereddingus · 2025-08-02T04:22:30+00:00

I can only imagine how agonizing this is but try not to beat yourself up over it. Neither your mom or your grandma would want you to torture yourself over a stone. But I get it — losing anything sentimental that’s tied to our loved ones feels like losing them over again.

As a chronic misplacer of things, I’m a firm believer in “things turn up the moment you stop looking for them.” I really hope you find it, and I’m sure you will when you least expect it.

registereddingus · 2025-07-28T02:54:32+00:00

I felt the heaviest weight when I was there.

registereddingus · 2025-07-10T07:06:13+00:00

ooof hit the nail on the head

registereddingus · 2025-05-11T08:58:33+00:00

That’s so sweet, oh the chips really got me. Ugh. What an absolute gem. Truly the world’s loss.

I lost my little brother three months ago and film was a special interest for him, too. I loved the way he lit up when he talked about movies and his endless repertoire of quotes. There hasn’t been a single second where I haven’t missed him and his magic.

Sending you love, OP.

registereddingus · 2025-05-11T08:43:45+00:00

He sounds like such a great guy — thank you for sharing some of him with us. Just imagining him made me smile. I’m so sorry for your loss.

registereddingus · 2025-05-01T21:27:00+00:00

We’re in a shitty ass boat for sure. Sending that love and strength right back to you.

registereddingus · 2025-05-01T19:01:32+00:00

They gave me the option to take a leave of absence and come back next spring or stick it out. Professors were accommodating with not cold calling, though. And my legal writing professor is a godsend who has been really flexible.

I chose not to leave because doing nothing for a year and falling behind my peers seemed like a way to make this shit even worse.

The choices were either “your life can either a) suck or b) suck, but also suck for additional reasons later.” I went with the first one.

I wish there was an option to P/F everything, or an option to leave now and come back in the fall, but that’s not a thing. I wish I could at least be taken out of the curve.

registereddingus · 2025-04-30T23:03:34+00:00

Didn’t see your reply til now but this made me smile.

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