I am not helping to organize Admit Weekend this year, but I did my part tonight by going to a gathering of Asian American admits for Minority Admit Day and schmoozing with them. In fact, I was the only 3L to do so. Ah, apathy..

The problem is, at this point, it's hard just to care. On one level, it doesn't really matter to me who comes to Stanford next year. I'll be gone. But though I could have better spent my time tonight outlining for Criminal Procedure, I still feel a pretty strong sense of obligation to my school, and in particular, to APILSA's minority admit recruiting efforts.

One thing that I really do like is the admitted class's enthusiasm and energy -- they all lead interesting intellectual lives, they all want to change the world, and they're excited. Did I used to be like that?

And man, schmoozing.. it really takes so much energy for me to turn it "on," to get to know strangers you know nothing about and keep the conversation going, be all smiles and laughter and make them think everyone at SLS is like this all the time. I think I do a pretty passable job, and I think I make a good recruiter. But it takes a lot out of me, and I'm not sure how much more I want (or have) to give.

For reference:
Admit Weekend, 2006 vs. Sleep
Admit Weekend, 2005 vs. Appellate Brief