Taking notes by hand, book briefing, grease pencils, getting lost looking for my carrel, IRAC, WordPerfect and Gilbert's Outlines. Barbri or PMBR?? Those just a few things to come to mind when I think of King Hall.
I was a UC Davis undergrad. This transition should be easy, I thought, just moving from one part of campus to another. I didn't realize that King Hall was a campus unto itself. No separate bookstore, just a room where you bought your very expensive and large textbooks. Lockers! I hadn't used a locker in 4 years!
I admit, I re-read One L and remembered The Paper Chase before my first year, so I was a little nervous. However, King Hall was a wonderful surprise. While I had great professors during all of my years, I think it was my first year professors that made a deep lasting impression. They set the tone. No, John Houseman wasn't on campus, but I knew Professor Imwinkelried could give him a run for his money. I still think about the little boy from Professor Johns' Torts class. Trying to answer Dean Johnson's Erie Doctrine questions. Ugh! And Professor Lewis should be proud because I can still recite the components of Adverse Possession! It is the people that make King Hall special. Their dedication and support. The staff, professors, and having great friends who loved playing hearts in the courtyard as stress release. Thanks King Hall, and “Go AGS!”