OSGOODE HALL LAW SCHOOL
2012 – 2015
It is a beautiful coincidence that two of the last three film reviews published in the Obiter Dicta during the 2014-2015 academic year are Wild Tales and It Follows. The latter reinforces the significant impact that Osgoode will have on our future lives and careers moving forward, while the former rather accurately captures our experience over the past three years, regardless of what path each of us charted during our time walking these halls.
Three years. Six semesters. Twenty-four months (of classes). Even the temporal description sounds completely surreal. It feels like yesterday that we were standing in front of Osgoode Hall in brightly-coloured, Lego-themed t-shirts, basking in the warm September sun, filled with anticipation and trepidation about what lay ahead. There was a nervousness in the air that was palpable, mixed with a sense of awesome discovery. What would Osgoode hold for us? We were ready to find out.
Well, I’m pleased to say we made it (almost).
Our efforts—the long nights, the sleep deprivation, the coffee guzzling, the exam cramming—have paid off gloriously. Very soon, we will be receiving certificates worth $75,000+, entitling us to call ourselves Juris Doctor graduates. It is a massive accomplishment, and one of which all of us should be proud. It deserves smiles and tears, hugs and high fives, and at least seventeen rounds of shots when it is all over.
Yet the moments, large and small, lodged in between classes—pub nights, Passy fire alarms, mooting competitions, Ski Trip, Law Games, Mock Trial, Journal Symposiums, the Wendy Babcock Drag Show, Dean’s Formal—will be the ones remembered forever. The Class of 2015 has spent hours and days and weeks together at events and social gatherings, at bars and banquet halls, in ice storms and blizzards, laughing, learning, and lunging for greatness.