Introductory Note

Of the few things apparent after seven weeks of law school, perhaps the most salient is a realization that the measure of friendships will be tested to extremes. Social interaction, communication, availability, shared experiences, and other elements necessary for nurturing meaningful relationships find themselves displaced by isolation, silence, compromise, and a sheer terror that follows the awareness you will soon be publicly humiliated and intellectually violated by Socratic inquiry - Law School, an experience masochistic by virtue of willful submission, and obscene on account of paying for the pleasure.


I've been told that when my tenure ends, the friends who remain from my former life will be the ones I was destined to keep; the sort who provide “friendship” its purest, unadulterated definition. Never one to let so desirable a result lie with such a fickle bedfellow as fate, I’ve taken it upon myself to document the experience; ensuring every effort is exhausted in keeping all who care abreast of what occurs in the life of a "Juan"L - Everything indicates it should be "Juan" hell of a journey!