Kerry: SummertimeIn the Summer I learned that I made Law Review. My grades and writing sample were good enough. I saw the list of the others but the one name I hoped yet feared to see was not on it. I had hoped that Suzanne—I couldn’t call her “Suze” after what I had done to her—had done well enough too, but apparently she hadn’t.
Back to me. Something was simmering just below the surface of my psyche every day. I could keep it dampened in school but being a Summer associate meant the chance to do a good deal of socializing. The firm tried to give some semblance of the servitude that would be expected of me were I to become a real Big Law associate but also wanted to keep its prized recruits happy with large and regular doses of entertainment. Mets games. (Yeah!) Yankee games. (Boo!) Crui
