Wow, the first year of law school is over and what should have been a collective sigh of relief (it was) was tempered by the passing of one of our classmates, Raman "Noodles" Subramanian. Raman took ill right before the start of finals, diagnosed with cancer, and passed a few days after finals were over. It is hard to believe that the person I sat two seats from in PR, the person with the constant smile, who (it seems) never failed to greet a classmate, is no longer with us. He will surely be missed, that smile was infectious and even those of us who were not his closest friends, all feel a deep sadness because we have lost "one of the good guys" and "one of our own."
There is, without a doubt, a certain "bonding" that occurs during the first year of law school (even for the "old guys" like me) because for the entire first year (and in our case summer 2005 as well) you spend all your time in the same classes with the same classmates. You get to know each other quite well, and everyone has their favorite "war stories" of class incidents that will always be remembered. We all have our favorite memories of Raman, and therefore his spirit will live with us regardless of where our travels lead us.
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