Meredith started her first year of law school at the University of North Dakota in beautiful, downtown Grand Funk [I mean Forks]. Pam had a few free days before her school year started at Bismarck High, so she drove Firemann's van loaded with "stuff" and accompanied Mere to her apartment.
The apartment is part of University housing on the west end of campus. A bus stop is very close by and stops at the law school each morning, a convenience unknown in my college days. When those wind chills hit -30, that convenience will be more pronounced.
Pam puts up some curtains in the ground floor apartment on a very hot and humid August afternoon.
UND Law School's first year class. I'm sure you recognize Mere in the middle, third row, wearing black.
She says classes are well so far and she likes her professors. At orientation, the Dean of the Law School told the students and family members in attendance something to this effect: "Many of you know or are related to attorneys who graduated from this institution years ago. They probably told you about their first day of law school when some professor told them, 'Look to your left, and to your right. At least one of those students will be gone by the time you reach graduation.' I am here to tell you those days are gone. We are more selective now and do not believe it necessary to 'weed out' students. We want you to succeed and will do everything in our power to make that happen." I must say that I wholeheartedly endorse this mentality. It was adopted by medical schools decades ago, or so I'm told. For a fairly accurate description of what law school was like in the 70s, read Scott Turow's "One L."