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Fenno / Opinion  /  December 4, 2012  / 

Fenno and the Final Countdown

Note: This series is fictional. The First-Year’s Guide to the Law School has this to say on the subject of Thanksgiving break: They say that time is an illusion; the reading period, doubly so. Law students have for decades observed the strange changes in the rate of time’s passage that occur each and every late-November. Tests that seem, when pondering them over a pile of dried-out turkey, to be eons away, suddenly upon a return to Cambridge accelerate over the chronological horizon with alarming speed. Or, put another way: oh no, tests soon. — Fenno was with his study group, talking through an old Torts issue-spotter and quickly realizing that he had not spotted very many issues at all. He’d barely come up with anything for the question about the landlord who didn’t repair the showerhead with a design defect that caused it to fire ball bearings at near-supersonic speeds … Continue reading

Fenno  /  April 19, 2012  / 

Fenno and the End of 1L (Part 8 of 8)

Note: This serial is fictional.  Fenno skipped out of class, his step light. He had finished his 1L classes. The past year was suddenly a blur: it had humbled him, challenged him, shouted him down, shook him to his very core, revealed to him the horrible inconsistencies of the law… And yet it was over. Not quite over: there were three more grueling and  tedious weeks ahead. Three weeks later, he would feel an even greater sense of accomplishment wash over him, after he had completed his last final. He would run wild with his section the last real night of his 1L year, feeling finally like he belonged with his imperfect section mates, each strange and impossible to discern, just like him. There were so many uncertainties still in Fenno’s future: Would EIP bear fruit for him? What would he do after graduation? Where would he end up living? Yet those questions … Continue reading

Fenno  /  April 5, 2012  / 

Fenno and the Firm Decision (Part 7 of 8)

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Note: This serial is fictional.  As the summer neared, Fenno could barely focus on his studies. His section was abuzz with a new puzzle, even more shiny and scary than exams: EIP. Although EIP was the path of least resistance and Fenno was not the kind to resist, he had began to be besieged by tiny little doubts. The first of those doubts crawled over him when he was talking it over with Brandon, a 3L in his hall. “Sometimes, they ask to see your transcript right at the beginning,” Brandon said, “And they just stare at it. And if your grades aren’t good enough, those 20 minutes are a waste of time. For everyone.” Fenno imagined himself, trapped in a room with a well-heeled partner, and watching her eyes widen as she finds his LP, and then bowing his head in shame for the entire 20-minute interview. That was not an experience … Continue reading

Fenno  /  March 23, 2012  / 

Fenno and The Order of the Practice Examinations (Part 6 of 8)

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Note: This serial is fictional.  Fenno returned from Spring Break with a sense of dread. He had frittered it away enjoying the comforts of home: the praise of his parents and relatives, the relaxed attitude of his high school friends, the now-alien pleasure of reading without his grip tightened around a highlighter. But now that he was back on campus, the ever-present 1L anxiety jumped: finals were only a month away and he needed to do well to atone for the awful sin on his transcript. His study group was meeting Thursday afternoon to go over a practice exam, so he unironically studied for his study group. He remembered how smug he felt when Julie, one of the most articulate students in his section, asked him to join her study group in October. Her study group was quite the collection, with three of the hardest working students in Section, each eager … Continue reading

Fenno  /  March 9, 2012  / 

Fenno and the Prisoner of Concord (Part 5 of 8)

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Note: This serial is fictional. “Look, man, I really need your help,” the Prisoner of Concord pleaded. Fenno tried to remain unswayed. Prison Legal Assistance Project received dozens of such pleas a week. Fenno had joined because the time commitment, an hour a week, was negligible and the gaping white space on his resume demanded to be filled. But it was hard, to sit in a room and answer phone calls from prison, and say again and again that there was nothing he could do. He imagined the Prisoner of Concord, trapped in his little box, asking some clueless kid miles away for help. A few days later, he was on his way to Concord. Fenno had taken the case because he was tired of waiting. He was tired of reading about and talking about and thinking about being a lawyer. He wanted to be one already. Cambridge quickly receded into … Continue reading

Fenno  /  February 20, 2012  / 

Fenno and the Perfect Hair (Part 4 of 8)

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Note: This serial is fictional. Fenno had entered law school with so many dreams. As a 0L, he had basked in them, colorful and different, each one vibrant and warm. He would wake up every morning during that lazy summer before 1L and try on a new dream: he was an ambassador to Syria, a BigLaw partner, a senator from Georgia, Vice President of some yet unknown tech company, a Circuit judge, an ACLU attorney… Today, as he sat in Professor Feldman’s international course, Fenno had not dreams, but a narrow path to trod. Like so many of his peers, he now knew exactly where he was going and how to get there. He would attend EIP that summer. He would summer at a firm after 2L. He would work at that firm after 3L. After that, his life, no longer his own, would be measured in billable hours. At only 25, Fenno … Continue reading

Fenno  /  February 10, 2012  / 

Fenno and the Cold Reception (Part 3 of 8)

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Note: This serial is fictional.  The first person Fenno told about his LP was an OCS advisor. It struck him that his confidant was not a family member or a friend, but this stranger who recited assurances that he would get a job, but it would take work, hard work. He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t because he was stupid, that he was different from every other student who had gotten an LP. He wanted to fill the awkward pauses in the room with a sob story—his mother had died, his laptop floundered—anything but the truth, that he had no one to blame but himself. He shuffled off to class later that day and, as he had done every class since the day grades came out, adjusted his seat so he could hide behind his peers. No longer did he fancy himself impressing his classmates with the facts he carefully gleaned from the … Continue reading

Fenno  /  January 27, 2012  / 

Fenno and the Ultimate Failure (Part 2 of 8)

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Note: This serial is fictional. Fenno’s heart stopped when he saw it. The “LP” next to “Torts” was tiny, yet it seared him. A thousand thoughts ran through his head, and his tiny dorm room spun. He lay on the floor, wishing it would just swallow him already. He remembered his college friends teased him about becoming president one day. “Good luck with that now,” the positively gleeful voice in his head said. He tried to straighten the room, plot a new path, and count all his blessings, but it didn’t work. All he could see was that LP. That mark that would live with him forever. And then his computer started dinging. G-Chats flooded the room, “How’d you do?” “Bar Review to celebrate?!” “Yes! H in Crim!” He shut off his computer and climbed under his covers. He reached for his phone, but then he realized there was no one … Continue reading

Fenno  /  January 16, 2012  / 

Fenno and The Prophecy (Part 1 of 8)

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Note: This serial is fictional.  “You will all fail on January 26.” The words had appeared mysteriously on the white board beside Fenno’s room in Ames dormitory. When Fenno saw it this morning, still groggy from sleep, that terrible knot that had occupied his stomach since the end of finals stirred and tightened. Just as he was about to erase the awful prophecy, Raj walked by, read it aloud, and shrugged. “I think that message is for you, Raj,” Fenno said, jokingly, but a horrible voice in his head whispered in reply, “No, it’s for you, Fenno.” He tried to brush the thought away, but it stayed with him all day, through the drone of another day of Problem Solving Workshop and through the sloppy group meeting following it. That night, at Cambridge Common, he sat with his section mates and played a game they had been playing every night … Continue reading

Fenno  /  January 14, 2010  / 

Fenno returns in “Paradise Lawst”

Fenno stood on a long, narrow dock flanked by the tranquil, turquoise waters of the Gulf of Thailand. How could it be, he thought, that he was leaving behind serene Ko Samui for the snows of Cambridge? He took a whiff of the Gulf’s sweet, salty air, trying to forget the images of sooty slush that kept returning to him as he recalled what had led to this moment: the end of his semester in paradise, and his return to the spiritually moribund corridors of America’s runner-up law school.

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