With all due respect to the Bard, he got it wrong. Every year, thousands of high-achievers flock to the hallowed halls of mother justice where they undergo a transformation that would scare Dr. Jekyll. Perfectly likable people are turned into truculent, jargon-mumbling Hydes, schooled to a level of nitpicking that drives decent people mad. Three years later, the proud graduates are turned loose on a woefully unsuspecting society, full of piss and vinegar, and stripped of all common sense.
Schools collect their fees, and the process repeats itself.
Nearly two years ago, I walked through the doors of the UCLA Law School reasonably happy, basically sensible and fairly well-adjusted. And all without having practiced a minute of law. In all the hubbub surrounding America's dissatisfaction with lawyers and the law, the main culprit has gotten off relatively scott free. If you want to know how a defect got into a car, you check the factory. If you want to stop nuclear proliferation, you shut down the plant.