When I decided to attend law school, I never expected to find purpose in every single day. I knew with confidence that there was great purpose in my long-term goal: to provide valuable legal services to those who otherwise could not have access to it. But I never anticipated loving (or at least tolerating) reading the Federal Rules of Civil Procedure, feeling such pride when editing my brief for the twentieth time, or forming close relationships with classmates from incredibly different backgrounds than my own. Yet every time I learned a different duty of care in Torts or finally “perfected” my Contracts outline, I was reminded how much I love this experience. Even during the most mundane parts of law school, I have constantly been encouraged to persevere.
No one messed around in Mr. Stanton’s class. The stout, well-manicured 11th grade English teacher always wore a three-piece suit. Patches of wisdom peppered his perfectly trimmed beard. With a loud and raspy voice, this feisty scholar commanded respect. But very few students feared Mr. Stanton. Nearly everyone loved him. He was the best teacher I’ve ever had. Law professors can be more effective by incorporating some of Mr. Stanton’s qualities into their teaching.
“If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal.” – 1 Cor. 13:1
Mary Lycans Asbury was a force to be reckoned with. A petite woman slight of frame with dark, curly hair, she was the perfect blend of soft and hard, kind but exacting. On my first day of second grade, she entered our classroom adorned in a stunning, A-line white dress bedecked with bright pink roses. (Even more impressive, I would later learn she had sewn it herself.) Continue reading “A Tribute to Mrs. Mary Lycans Asbury and Her Legacy of Love”