美文聽寫:我被法學(xué)院開除的日子

The Day I Flunked out of Law School The dean of the University of Colorado School of Law decided that I couldn’t return to classes next fall because my grades were too low. He said I would never make a lawyer. Even today words cannot describe my upset. I’d never really failed at anything significant. After all, the University of Colorado at Boulder was a Taj Mahal—the door to judicial clerkships and prestigious law firms. But I decided to try again and went to see Clifford Mills, the dean of Westminster College of Law—a poor man’s school with no tenured professors or law review. After reading my college transcript, Dean Mills let me enroll at Westminster, on one condition, that I repeat all my first-year classes, this time paying attention. “I’ll be looking over your shoulder,” he said. One door had closed. But others opened. Given a second chance, I worked much harder, becoming fascinated by the law of evidence. In my second year the professor who taught the course passed away. I was asked to take over—inconceivable at a law school like Boulder.