Law Dog Not

The previous ramble alluded to the fact that the Dog, at one time, aspired to be a lawyer.   The back story on that exercise may be interesting, if not too perceived as whining, because it truly isn't. 
As previously noted, I lost my newspaper dream and was continuing on my learning journey to find out what I didn't know.   One of my best friends was a lawyer and had this wild idea that I would be a good one and, perhaps, we could practice together into the great unknown future.  That vision only had one obstacle, I had to get into law school. 
So, after completing my BA in Economics at the University of Colorado, I dutifully took the LSAT and applied to law school.   The only school that I really could attend at the time would have been the University of Denver, since it was the only one in driving distance offering night classes - and I had a full-time job.that couldn't be put on hold.   On a lark, I also applied to Notre Dame. 
I got accepted at Notre Dame.   I got put on a waiting list for Denver.  
While I was commiserating with my friend, the attorney, about this travesty, we were interrrupted when his paralegal came bounding into the office announcing that she just got accepted at Denver.  
Hmm.   Not being able to pass this inquiry opportunity up, and knowing that she wasn't aware that I had also I applied, I innocently asked what it took to get into that school.  
"What was your LSAT score?", I asked.   Her score was lower than mine.  
I followed with, "How about your GPA?".   Her GPA was also lower than mine.  
I asked her if she was famiiar with the Bakke case.   (Regents of the University of California v. Bakke, 438 U.S. 265 (1978)
She was not. 
The final outcome was that she dropped out after two semesters.  
I learned a lot more than law during those years.   Wouldn't trade it for any law degree.