Earlier this year I got a training contract at a small, reputable firm in Buckinghamshire after meeting the person responsible for recruiting me on Twitter, writes The Training Contract Hawk.
The firm, like many others, is looking to expand and give substance to its online profile. And that’s why my experience as a blogger became relevant.
My use of social media made me an attractive candidate so I made an application to the firm – three competitive recruitment stages later, I was offered the job...
Following Thursday's news that Eddie Stobart lorries is launching a barristers’ arm, law graduates Cathryn Kozlowski and Krish Nair (AKA The Training Contract Hawk) explain how they feel about entering a profession in flux where lawyers’ high status is no longer assured.
The pair also recount the successes they have enjoyed since they entered the glittering world of social media. Last autumn, when Kozlowski and Nair contributed some of the first ever blogs to Legal Cheek after the site launched in October, they worked, respectively, in a non-law job and as an adviser at the Citizens Advice Bureau, foraging by night for training contracts...
Continuing snobbery towards legal blogging betrays journalists' fear that evolving medium could do them out of a job, says Alex Aldridge
Not so long ago, the Times’ weekly law section was the place to read about law. Published on Tuesday, rather than Thursday as it has been for the last few years, it often ran to five or six pages, and was supplemented by a vibrant (and free) Times Online law page. As a law student between 2004-2006, this was where I – and thousands of other students like me – got our legal news and commentary from.
Over the last few years, though, things have changed dramatically. The Times lost interest in its online law section around the time of the Lehman Brothers collpase.
The OccupyLSX protesters have lost sight of their original objectives, says law graduate blogger the Training Contract Hawk, AKA Krish Nair
Let me tell you about an old schoolmate, Mitch (not his real name). Mitch was that guy in class with the shabby hair and intentionally oversized uniform who ‘played’ acoustic guitar. I bumped into Mitch a month ago -- the first time I’d seen him in a number of years. That he ended up a (self-proclaimed) hippy is less a testament to my clairvoyance than to predictability. Today, Mitch trots the globe in search of things to rebel against and people to scorn. He told me why he was doing it: “things need to change”, he said. I didn’t listen too closely to his response -- possibly awed by details of his capricious lifestyle and his loud bandana -- but I agreed with him.
I came across Mitch again last week at OccupyLSX outside St Paul’s Cathedral. It was a warm evening but dark, verging on depressing. But Mitch and Co. were at hand to brighten things up. Mitch -- 6’2” with unearthly shocks of brown hair, beard to match -- doesn’t smile but his demeanour is otherwise one of acceptance and generosity. He offers me a homemade pierogi. I decline. I ask him why he is here. “People are losing their jobs and the banks are raking it in”. That’s all he says.