The New American Law Student (Vol. I)

Earlier, during my formative years as a New American Young Male, my mother told me one very important thing. She said: "New American Male, the law does not learn itself" (I will explain why I make my mother call me the New American Male in an upcoming post). So, when I came of age, I packed up my shit and headed off to the wonders that are law school.

In about a year and a half, I've pretty much learned the law. Some of this knowledge came from formal schooling. Other parts have come from time I've spent in jail after attending croquet matches (something about the wickets primes me for violence).

I have a favorite case. Dillon v. Twin State Electric & Gas Co., 85 N.H. 449 (N.H. 1932). Once, a small boy was playing on a bridge that was above some high-tension wires. This boy fell off the bridge. He certainly would have died from the fall, but for good measure he was electrocuted on the way down. In class, we were supposed to think about whether the electrical company should pay any scrilla to the small boy's family. I knew the answer. Any New American Male would have lived.