What I'm Getting From Law School

Thursday in class, one of my classmates remarked on what beautiful handwriting I had. Who me?

I have long been known for my lousy penmanship. Begining in early grade school, handwriting was the ONE subject I could never, no matter how hard I tried, bring up to an A. Later in life, I just chalked up my horrible handwriting up to my generally poor hand-eye coordination and breathed a sigh of relief when handwriting was generally replaced by typing.

But now, for the first time in my life, someone had complimented me on my penmanship! I looked down at my page of class notes. You know, they looked good. Of course, my penmanship wasn't on the level of my late father's, who had the most beautiful handwriting I'd ever seen. But they were a far cry from the messy scrawl for which I'd always been known.

Somehow, law school had transformed my penmanship. And all it took was handwriting class notes three hours a day, five days a week for eight months! My mom keeps asking me what I'm learning in law school, and I assure her I'm not learning anything of use. But now, I can point to my penmanship. I'm not sure that's worth the $16,000 annual tuition, but at least I'm getting something out of law school.