Tulane Law School, the institution I’ll be attending next year, will reimburse prospective students up to $300.00 to come down for a visit during 3 scheduled visiting days. After a good deal of Expedia searching, I was able to secure a plane ticket from Boston to New Orleans for exactly said amount, all fees included. The catch was that I’d have to fly down on Thursday and come back Monday. Since I’ve been pretty good about my vacation days (think just a few for emergency mid-week ski trips,) I could spare to take a few days off of work.

To make the most of my time there I decided to stay with a few different current students; this way, I figured, I’d get some insight into how law students really live. Through the wonders of Facebook I was able to contact some students, mostly 1 and 2Ls. On this front the support was tremendous. I lined up three hosts and another guide.

After being met at the airport (funny aside, my bag was delivered later that night by Continental thus freeing me from lugging it around that night,) my first guide and I headed directly to a bar review. For those of you unfamiliar with law school lingo, a bar review is pretty much just an occasion for a student group to sponsor food and booze at a local dive. That evening’s bar review was sponsored by the Lambda Law group and the Women in Law group. After some time chatting with current and prospective students, my host and I left for some dinner. Later that night I made it over to the place I’d stay Thurs and Fri night and after hanging with the roommates hit the sack.

The following day, Friday, was when all the official law school stuff happened. My second host and I took the St. Charles Ave. streetcar to campus and then parted ways. During the day I meet a bunch of current and perspective students, sat in on a class, toured the library and ate a good lunch with faculty members. All in all Tulane organized a solid program.

After the program ended, of the guys I met during the day’s events and I went for a drink at a nearby student watering hole. We decided to be roommates and discussed housing options. Early in the evening a group of students involved with environmental law were staging a play so we decided to check it out. It was surprisingly good, if a tad polemical; the audience seemed to be mostly other law students, and the refreshments (beer and sandwiches) certainly helped buoy everyone’s spirits. Following this play we made our way back to my second host’s place and then joined him at a phat (I know, I never say that,) party at a revolving bar overlooking the city.

On Saturday, my task was to check out the housing available around campus. My potential roommate and I got together and meandered around the neighborhood, calling numbers on for rent signs and poking around a bit. He had to leave that afternoon, so we parted ways. I eventually made it over to my third host’s place, and after a delicious sushi dinner, took an early night (little did I know that I was halfway to being sunburnt to a crisp.)

On Sunday I continued to apartment hunt, and although some promising leads were followed, the perfect place didn’t materialize. That evening I connected with my fourth host and we went with a friend of his to the Bywater to hear a law student playing with his band. The place was very cool; it looked like a ramshackle dump from the outside, but on the inside there was a great vibe. They sold wine out front and then you’d take it back to the rear courtyard where a local restaurant had set up a portable kitchen. The offerings, ranging from duck to collared greens, were being sold as part of a fundraiser, and I learned that each week a different city eatery was featured. All in all it was very cool.

Then before I knew it it was Monday morning. I flew my sunburnt self to Boston and then I was back in Maine. The bottom line is that I feel much more relaxed about this transition I’ll make in August. In addition to knowing a few current students, I got a very positive impression of everything surrounding the school and its inhabitants.

Thanks to everyone who helped me get this far. I hope this next chapter in my life is as exciting, if not more, than those that have come before.