At 5 a.m. my alarm starts beeping. At 5:03 a.m. my cell phone starts chirping. I press the snooze. It’s so cold and dark. Then I remember these alarms are very important. I leap out from under the covers. Only 20 minutes until I have to be there. I absolutely CAN NOT be late. Everyone is counting on me. Lawrence …
Father’s advice still rings true: Find your passion in law school
I remember many significant moments from my childhood – moments whose ripples have traversed the years and continue to be felt by me today. Of these, the waves created by my father’s life continue, most of all, to move and direct me. My father grew up farming, a “man of the earth” who left his home to become an airman. …
And the Winner Is…SBA election results
The Student Bar Association election has come to a close, bringing a mix of new and continued leadership. Michael Andrusak, 2L, won the SBA executive board presidential election for the second straight year, Zak Beasley will move from 1L to 2L president, and 2L vice-president Casey Johnson will be the new 3L president. Chalinee Tinaves, the current 1L vice president, …
Asian Law Students Association hosts diversity banquet, fosters leadership opportunities
The Asian Law Students Association (ALSA) is an academic and professional law student organization dedicated to creating a strong social network for all who are interested in cultivating a community of support at the University of Kansas School of Law. Every year, ALSA works closely with other minority groups in promoting social events, mentorship programs, and charity drives. We are …
Stressed out? Gussy up and boogie down at ‘Law Prom’
The Barrister’s Ball has a long history at KU Law. Here a couple enjoys the event in the early 1980s. The spring semester has begun, and KU Law students are buckling down in preparation for the busyness that is sure to ensue this semester. This particular KU Law student is already fretting over balancing classes and clinics, moot court and …
The town that built me
As a small girl, I would walk in circles around the giant metal cross that stood outside my church. As my parents caught up with their friends after mass, I would trace my hand across its rough surface, rusted from the weather, biding my time until I could pick out a Sunday donut. After a few trips around, I would …