Student: Excuse me officer, can I ask you a question?
Student: Where is the nearest grocery store?
Policeman: Okay well there are two near here. There is one in this direction, it’s a little far, but walkable, and there is one up that street. It’s closer, but it’s deep in the Tenderloin, and you should avoid that area at all costs.
(**as the officer is pointing in the direction of the shady area…*GUNSHOT* from where he is pointing.)
Policeman: excuse me.
At first you think it’s fitting that all those Hastings Law students are confined to the Tenderloin. After they’ve passed the bar and are making six figures, their time in the ‘Loin might give them a more … textured perspective on the law, as it relates to poverty & race & crime.
And then you hear of the suicides. It’s not so surprising, considering. Law school sucks. People who’ve been through legitimately horrible experiences (cancer survivors, etc.) rank law school right up there.
On a scale of 1-10, the grads I’ve talked to give it an 8 or a 9. (10 being actual torture.) Maybe they should move it to an environment more conducive to higher learning. No reason to make it worse than it is. Can’t imagine Brandeis made his bones on Skid Row.