Monthly Archives: April 2013

Taking Law School One Day at a Time

stpierreKimberly St. Pierre will graduate from Cooley in May 2013.  As a part-time student who was employed full time during law school, Ms. St. Pierre knows full well the dedication required to succeed in law school.  In this posting, which is based on the final journal entry for her externship with the Wayne County Prosecutor’s Office in Detroit, a grateful Ms. St. Pierre shares the philosophy that helped sustain her through her four years at Cooley.

 Well, at long last my law school journey is over.  I have taken my last final exam, and I am officially done.  It is a happy and sad time, and I cannot say that I could do it over again.  Full-time law school, full-time job and internship, studying, and my desire to get good grades have made this an overwhelming journey, but it was well worth it.

As for what I have learned, you name it, I’ve learned it.  I’ve come a long way from oversleeping for my first final exam in Criminal Law and thinking “What have I done, I cannot do this,” to “My house is a mess, I need more time,” to, finally, “I can do this, I’m almost done, one day at a time.”

That has been my motto.  One day at a time.  That is what has gotten me through.  Get up at 7 a.m. – internship, driving right to work for eight hours, and get up again, one day at a time.

I know this journal entry is supposed to be written to sum up my internship, but I find that I am overwhelmed that this is the end of it all.  I am extremely grateful to Cooley for enabling me to go to school at unordinary times, including Sunday mornings, else I couldn’t have done this.  I am thankful to those great professors who have helped me to get along one day at a time.  To the incredible people at the Wayne County Prosecutor’s Office who enriched my world with invaluable practical skills.  To those I have met on this four-year journey, who encouraged me, lifted me up when I was down, and especially to those who said I couldn’t do it.  Thank you to all of you.  You have helped me drive forward and reach this goal, and for this I thank you.  I am done!!!


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Outpouring of Sacrifice and Humanity in Boston Transcends Marathon Tragedy

CArellaimageTerry Carella is the director of communications for Cooley Law School and is race director of Cooley’s annual Race for Education. Carella was a Boston Marathon finisher on Monday, April 15, 2013.  She was just a block away from the explosion after heading back to the finish to retrieve the medal she had missed upon finishing minutes earlier.  Without hesitation, Terry plans to run next year in what will be her 9th consecutive Boston Marathon.  This posting is the first of three offered by members of the Cooley Community who witnesses the horrible events of April 15, 2013.

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Terry Carella as she approaches the turn on to Boylston Street and nears the finish line of the 2013 Boston Marathon.

No person, especially the runners, spectators, volunteers, and Boston community, will forget the tragedy that unfolded during the 117th Boston Marathon on April 15, 2013.  Or forget the overwhelming outpouring of sacrifice, love, and humanity shown by the people of Boston that day. The days between then and the ultimate capture of the final suspect were emotional as we learned of the three horrible deaths of such young, innocent people, the over 170 injured, the families affected – then the methodical discovery of the two brothers directly involved in this act of terror. What an enormous relief to all when officials caught the final suspect, and that he was caught alive.  I felt such extreme pride in all those involved – as an American and as a runner.  Just like a marathoner, we will look at this obstacle, dig in our heels, and say we will not let this stop us.  In fact it will build our resolve; make us stronger and better because of this tragedy.  If anything, it has locked my faith, hope and trust in the core goodness of most people. 


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My Boston

zech_thelen_karaKara Zech Thelen is an Assistant Professor at Cooley Law School where she teaches Research & Writing and Advanced Writing. She is also the faculty advisor to the Thomas M. Cooley Journal of Practical and Clinical Law. Zech Thelen will go back to run the Boston Marathon in 2014. This posting is the second of three offered by members of the Cooley Community who witnessed the horrible events of April 15, 2013.

 I wanted to run the Boston Marathon on a normal day. A Patriots’ Day where the temperature on the bank’s digital marquee along the course didn’t read 92 degrees. After running the brutally hilly course in last year’s sweltering heat (perhaps the hottest since 1905 when temps hit 100 degrees), I was looking forward to trying the course again in better conditions.

It was a perfect Spring day at the starting line in Hopkinton. The sky was blue and the temperature remained a refreshingly predictable 50 degrees with a gentle 9 mph east wind. The Athletes’ Village was abuzz with nervous energy. Like the other runners, I had gathered with some friends to set up camp on a mylar blanket, inventorying the critical supplies for our 26.2 mile trek: a tub of vaseline, water bottles, bananas and peanut butter, extra clothes for the finish, and extra energy packaged every way possible–from gels, to beans, to blocks, to bars. We were lubed and ready. 

In a few short hours, and after more trips to the porta johns than I care to remember, we’d be herded into our assigned start corrals and the race would begin. Significantly, this year’s race would start with a horn blast rather than the historic gunshot in honor of the victims of Newtown, Connecticut. Then I’d watch a sea of 25,000 bobbing heads around me as far as I could see, until the herd thinned around mile 10.

From town to town–Hopkinton, Ashland, Framingham, Natick, Wellesley (the 13.1-mile, half mark)–into Boston, the miles ticked by. I had settled into a steady pace–the running so much easier without the heat. Even the crowds were more energized. Kids lined up for high fives and offered oranges. I tried to give as many slaps and suck as many wedges as I could manage. While I passed on the kisses offered by the infamous college girls from Wellesley, I couldn’t help but smile seeing men (and some women) cash in on the affectionate show of support. And I gulped the gatorade or water offered by spectators and volunteers alike.

Kara Running

Kara Zech Thelen is in good spirits as she crosses the half-way point — 13.1 miles — of the 2013 Boston Marathon.

But nothing could prepare me for what the crowd was offering in Newton, 17 miles in. There was a marked crescendo. Rows of spectators five-deep were cheering so loudly that it took my breath away. How long have they been cheering like this? I wondered. How could they keep this up? “Go Michigan!” they yelled to a runner just ahead of me wearing a University of Michigan hat. “Go girl with the green shirt and brown ponytail!” they’d shout to me. Then as I passed, “Go Kara!” once they spotted my name that I wrote with a black sharpie on the back of my bright yellow Mizunos, along with my husband’s and kids’ names around the soles–and my mantra-prayer for this special race: Fast. Strong. Grateful. Blessed. 


What an emotional wallop! The cheers were so enthusiastic and emphatic, they took my breath away. And the tears soon followed. I prayed for all the people standing there along the course. And I offered up thanks. I was overcome with gratitude for them and their jubilant support. This positive-energy exchange we had struck up was so intimate, for those few moments we were no longer strangers. I can still picture many of their faces. Spectators are a special breed–these spectators were even more special that day.

Buoyed by their energy, I neared the finish earlier than I’d expected. As I turned left onto Boylston Street and began my sprint to the finish line, I basked in the cheers from the last throng of people gathered along the final quarter mile. I crossed the bright blue and yellow finish line and felt that rush of euphoria that I suspect every Boston finisher feels. I won the gold in my personal olympics. I qualified for next year’s race by less than a minute.

I made my way through the finishers’ chute, stopping to check on a friend who was being wheeled into the medical tent. Then I bumped into two other friends who had just finished, and together we made our way to the buses two-and-a-half blocks up the street to pick up the things we left at the starting line.

Suddenly I heard a loud boom, looked back down the street, and saw brown smoke billowing from the sidewalk on the right. At first I thought that the bleachers near the finish line had collapsed. But then I heard another boom. And I saw more smoke. My two friends and I grabbed onto each other.

“Oh my God. . . there were people there,” I said in horror.

It was eerily silent for several minutes as we tried to gather ourselves and make sense of it all. Then the sirens sounded and the police cars rushed in.

I quickly reached into my bag to get my cell phone to call my husband who had been following me along the course. He had heard the explosions, but was safe a block away. We met up, along with my friends, at a hotel across the street. When we tried to return to our hotel on Newbury street, a block north of the explosions, we were turned away by police bomb squads that were sweeping the area and cordoning it off with crime-scene caution tape. We were safe but homeless and sickened.

As I walked around in a daze later that evening, the events of the day played like a movie in my head. The glorious weather, the thrill of the race, the effusive spectators, the sweet finish, my friends’ flushed faces, the explosions, the smoke, the silence, the sirens, my racing heart, my husband’s familiar voice, the simple kindnesses so many people offered in the aftermath.

With a heavy heart, I realized that I’ll never run Boston on a normal day. None of us will.

Still, I find myself repeating my race-day mantra-prayer — Fast, Strong, Grateful, Blessed — this time asking for something much larger than the race. To all those affected: May your healing be fast. May you be strong. May you know how grateful we are. And may you be blessed.


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The Kindness of Boston

thelen_jimJim Thelen is Vice President for Legal Affairs and General Counsel of Cooley Law School.  He attended the Boston Marathon in support of his wife, Cooley assistant professor Kara Zech Thelen, whose own blog posting follows Jim’s.  This posting is the third of three offered by members of the Cooley Community who witnessed the horrible events of April 15, 2013.

 Last Monday, for the second straight year, I raced around the Boston suburbs along the city’s famed marathon route — not as marathon runner myself, but to cheer on my wife, Kara Zech Thelen, who was running the historic race.  Taking a commuter train from downtown Boston out to the Wellesley area, I was able to cheer her on at the halfway point, and, catching the same train back, cheered her on again with Fenway Park just over my shoulder, a mile from the marathon’s finish line.  Having learned from experience last year how crowded the sidewalks and streets are near the finish line on Boylston Street, this year I decided to jump on a subway to bypass the finish line and head directly to the family meeting area, three blocks down from the finish and one block over.

While Kara covered the last mile in perhaps eight-and-a-half minutes, it took me nearly three times that long to cover the same distance in the crowded, slow-moving subway!  But I knew moments after I emerged from the subway at Arlington and Boylston Streets that she had crossed the finish line about fifteen minutes earlier, thanks to the tech-savvy Boston Marathon’s smartphone app that I had been using to track her progress throughout the day.  My cell phone battery was down to 10 percent charge, taxed by the near-constant data stream I had demanded from it over the course of the race to follow my wife.

The family meeting area was a sea of energy.  Excited family members crowded around the steady stream of exhausted-but-exuberant runners, easily recognizable in their post-race foil-like mylar warming capes.  Volunteers slowly weaved their way through the crowds, pulling wagons holding pails filled with long-stemmed red roses, passing them out freely to family members to give to their runners.

I hadn’t found Kara yet, but knew we would meet up shortly.  I was excited to give her a congratulatory hug.

And then the loud, explosive boom echoed down the street corridor.  There was nothing right about the sound; everything about it was wrong, out of place.  And yet, since we couldn’t see the blast’s billowing smoke, after a slight collective pause and momentary hush on the street, the clamor picked back up. We didn’t know yet what had happened.

My cell phone rang.  It was Kara. She didn’t mention the race.

“Where are you?” Concern in her voice.

And then: “There were explosions at the finish line … I don’t know, but I think a building might have exploded.”

Shaken and uncertain now, we picked a new meeting spot, in a nearby hotel lobby where I had said goodbye and good luck to her just that morning before she was bused out to the starting line.  Sirens were wailing now.  With slow dawning horror, I had the vague notion that news of this was going to flash across the country.  I looked down at my cell phone.  Five percent charge left.  Already six missed calls, and as many voicemails.  Twelve text messages.  Family and friends didn’t know yet if we were safe.

As we sat on a bench near the hotel’s entryway, dumbfounded with the realization of what had occurred, we managed to send a few short text messages to family and friends, letting them know we were OK.

The next several hours morphed by in an anxious blur. Our cell phone batteries died, leaving us unable to communicate with friends and family, some of whom we had yet to contact. We tried to walk back to our hotel, which was a block behind where the explosions occurred, but the police had cordoned off our street, nervously sweeping for more bombs. We were literally stranded on the street then, not sure where we could go, not sure, frankly, if it was even safe to be on the street.  Kara was shivering and hungry and tired, denied the normal post-marathon recovery of nourishment, warm clothes, a hot bath, even just the chance to get off her aching legs.

And then the kindness of Boston and the marathon community took us in.

A young couple on the street, seeing Kara shivering in her race clothes and wearing the marathon finisher’s medal, gave her an orange and a protein shake.  It was all they were carrying.

A few blocks down the street, some Boston University grad students had set out hot tea and coffee, bagels, and granola bars on their sidewalk steps, cheerfully offering them to runners who walked by.

We returned to the hotel we’d left to shelter in after the race, and it graciously offered its lobby for stranded runners and their families.  Once inside, we encountered a man from Texas. As if by magic, he pulled out cell phone charger cords that matched our phones, and offered them to us to charge up our batteries so we could reconnect with concerned family, friends, and coworkers.  We sat down, exhausted, at a nearby table, and the four Chicago women next to us, marathon finishers themselves, offered us their hotel room for the night if we couldn’t get back to ours.

We were finally permitted to go back to our hotel about seven hours after the race.  The hotel staff offered complimentary glasses of wine.  Maybe on a normal post-marathon day this wouldn’t make sense, but nothing made sense that night, and Kara told me later the wine was exactly the thing to help her start to relax from the tension of the day.

And yet we couldn’t relax.  We had no choice but to immediately pack up.  Flights were still flying in and out of Boston, and we were to be on a 6:00 a.m. flight the next morning for a long-scheduled and now sorely-needed vacation.  As we walked up the sidewalk the next morning, the streets still empty and dark at the four o’clock hour, to a line of waiting taxis, a taxi driver farther up the line saw us approach.  He must have seen Kara’s brightly colored Boston Marathon finisher’s jacket, for he called out to her, “Thank you for coming to our city.”  It was the perfect thing to say.

We are so saddened by what happened in Boston, sick at heart for the families of those killed and maimed.  And yet, we were comforted by all of the small acts of kindness extended to us as mere bystanders to the horror, not physically injured ourselves.  There were so many more good people than bad in Boston that day, so many more willing to help than to hurt.

“Thank you for coming to our city” still resonated with us.  Indeed.  We’ll be back for next year’s marathon, hoping to find any number of small ways to repay the city’s kindness to us.


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Equity & Remedies and the Bar Exam

Prof. Otto Stockmeyer

Emeritus Professor Otto Stockmeyer has been teaching Equity & Remedies for three decades at Cooley and two other law schools.  He has just finished his last class in the Land Down Under as part of Cooley’s Foreign Study Program. 

One of the reasons that Cooley – alone among Michigan’s five law schools – makes Equity & Remedies a required course is its value for bar-prep purposes.  Equity or Remedies or both are listed by 22 states as tested on the essay portion of their bar exam, including the biggies: New York, California, and Michigan.

Some other states (including Florida) do not separately test Equity or Remedies on their bar exams, but indicate that the topics could be tested as a component of other officially listed subjects.

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Moreover, the Multistate Bar Examination (MBE) tests both rights and remedies embodied in Contracts, Property, and Tort law.

And 26 states plus the District of Columbia and three U.S. territories now use the Multistate Essay Examination (MEE), and the list is growing.  On the MEE, Remedies can appear as part of several listed topics, including Contracts, Federal Civil Procedure, and Real Property.

This is undoubtedly why Prof. Tracy Thomas, who has taught Remedies for more than a decade, reports that “the number one comment I get from former students and alumni [is] that Remedies helped them get ready for and feel good about the bar exam.”  Tracy Thomas, Teaching Remedies as Problem-Solving: Keeping it Real, 57 Saint Louis University Law Journal __ (2013) (forthcoming) (available at

My experience has been similar.  That’s one reason why I like to think of our Equity & Remedies course as the “dessert of the required curriculum,” best savoured last.  Do Cooley alums agree?  I welcome your comments.


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Five Things Future Attorneys Can Learn From Kiwis

Teddy Eisenhut is a third-year Cooley student participating in our study-abroad program in New Zealand.  She has obviously learned some important lessons about life — lessons that will hold her in good stead as a lawyer.

The common perception of foreign study is total immersion into another culture to live and learn somewhere far from home. This is completely true. But the most beneficial aspect of the whole experience is not just the memories and life-changing experiences, but the lessons you take away from them.

Studying in New Zealand for the past six weeks has provided me with the opportunity and pleasure to get to know a few Kiwis (New Zealanders). In addition to their love of rugby and knack for creating adrenaline-releasing sports, I learned a few important lessons that I think are beneficial to someone who is looking ahead as a future attorney.

1. It’s not always better to be safe than sorry

While visiting a town in the Coromandel Peninsula, I had the opportunity to try my hand at some cliff diving (or in my case jumping). I found myself at the top of the 30-foot plunge, with only a rope to abseil myself down to the jumping point. My strategy revolved around two possible endings to the whole situation. Either I was going to successfully propel myself down the rock wall or I was not. If the latter, I planned to keep up the forward momentum and jump off, hoping to not land on the rocks below. Thankfully, the ordeal ended in the former. Looking back, the whole situation was a little absurd and mostly dangerous, but it was one of the best experiences I’ve had on this trip. Looking ahead, I realized it’s sometimes important to take a leap, even if the landing is uncertain. The view is great from the top of the cliff, but the story isn’t half as great as it is from the water below.

Teddy's Dive

2. Give without expectation of return

One of the most moving aspects of Kiwi culture is the deep-rooted presence of this rule, a mantra often repeated yet rarely practiced in the U.S. Throughout our New Zealand experience, friends would pick us up, invite us into their homes for dinner or a swim, and even offer us places to stay on our travels. The gift that left the biggest impression on my mind, however, came from a Kiwi we met socializing on the beach one night. Being in a somewhat remote area and at a loss of what really to do there, we asked him where the best places were to visit. He offered to show us a number of places the next day. Holding true to his promise, he spent his entire day off showing complete strangers not only some beautiful tourist spots, but also some hidden secrets. In an economy where advancement, both monetarily and career-wise, is in the forefront of everyone’s mind, it becomes easy to forget the reward of helping someone “just because.” However, serving others is the core of the legal profession, and we, as future attorneys, make a commitment to put others’ needs before our own. In our careers, it is important to move forward, but it is as equally important to consider at what cost.

3. Take time to just think about things

As Americans and especially as students, we have grown accustomed to the instant availability of information via the Internet. I never realized the degree of my attachment until I was deprived of late-night library hours and the cost of purchasing Internet by the gigabyte. One of the most important lessons I learned in New Zealand was the power of just thinking things through. As law students, we often jump right into research by firing up Westlaw and punching in keywords that somehow relate to a topic, hoping that one of them will come back with a winner. What we often skip over is the process of actually thinking a problem through, coming up with possible solutions, then looking for precedent to match the best ideas. This process not only saves a lot of time, but also helps to clarify and uncover weaknesses in an argument. We often forget that our most powerful asset is our mind and its ability to see outside the confines of drawn boundaries.

4. Make a point to learn someone’s story

Perhaps a socially shy person like myself would rather meticulously map out an area before visiting than have to stop and ask for directions. Given the lack of Internet I mentioned earlier and the remoteness of New Zealand in general, you simply can’t do that. If anything has changed about myself in the past six weeks, it has been my ability to just talk to people. Inextricably attached to this ability is the ability to listen. Just listening to the stories of the people I met, I learned so much more about New Zealand than I ever could have learned visiting the many landmarks and museums. As students of the law, we are often two steps ahead of ourselves with an answer – not actually taking time to listen to a problem or the arguments against it. Unfortunately, this characteristic, though important in moderation, often causes us to miss information or fail to see the whole picture. Most importantly, it often makes us appear overbearing or uncompassionate. Choosing a field that essentially makes us problem-solvers, clients will come to us at some of the hardest moments in their life. Our inability to listen and communicate might not only lose a case, but also a client.


5. Work hard and then watch the sunset off the end of your surf board

Many Kiwis commuted to the town of Hamilton, the place we called our home for six weeks. Most of them came from a small surf town called Raglan located about forty minutes away. One of the biggest adjustments we, as American students, had to make was the fact that most stores adhered to a strict policy of closing at 5:00 p.m. We learned that this was to accommodate the value Kiwis put on a relaxing end to their day – mainly catching the evening surf swell. I believe there is a bigger lesson to take away from this, though. Kiwis are committed to the most important part of life – just living. The five o’clock rule isn’t so much about ending the workday as soon as possible; it is about enjoying the last bit of a long day with friends and family. Going into a profession that requires a considerable amount of our time and resources, it’s important to remember the importance of sometimes leaving work behind and enjoying the sunset or the company of friends over a few drinks and a nice meal.


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Some Big Michigan Firms Expanding


Crain’s Detroit Business Says Michigan Lawyer Job Market Picking Up

In a story published April 5, 2013, Chad Halcomb of Crain’s Detroit Business reports on recent expansion within the Detroit legal community.  In “Legally Speaking, Detroit is in expansion mode,”  Halcom notes that several large Detroit firms have expanded via mergers to grow into the legal markets in other cities.  “Detroit-based Clark Hill PLC and Dickinson Wright PLLC together absorbed 142 of the 318 attorneys nationwide who had to change letterhead during first-quarter 2013 due to mergers and acquisitions.”  Cooley graduates work at both firms.


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