u/Runforsecond and u/jamiebar11 I just read through both of your comments. Clearly, neither one of you have any idea what you are talking about, and yet you both just went for it anyway. Line after line of false premises conflating multiple issues into one fine example of why the bar simply fails to measure one’s competence.
One of you is actually talking about the Paraprofessional Working Group mission, the other is talking about the overarching Blue Ribbon Commission on the Future of the Bar Exam, and neither one of you has either issue nailed down. The two of you have yet to define accreditation—there are three layers in California.
Do either of you even know what the requirements are to accredited by the ABA? It may surprise you that it has a lot less to do with the “quality” of education and more to do with the size of an institutions endowment, law library, and full time faculty roster. Whatever arguments you think you are making are easily applicable to most ABA schools. It is not particularly difficult to get into the vast majority of ABA schools, but that does not mean that an ABA school is the right choice for everyone.
The schools you are talking about may be the right choice for someone who has different expectations than you have or whose goals are less lofty than your own. If they happen to get through night school and pass the bar while raising a family, working full time in another career, and gaining experience in legal aid, what qualifications do either of you possess to judge them for it?
I was a non-traditional student, and I was in at several ABA schools in California. Fortunately, I was also older and had the experience and confidence to take the straightest line toward the bar exam that I could take with the least amount of effort and expense. I was able to spend the time I saved during the day to work for local agencies and attorneys and develop a network. Now I don’t have to worry about a whole lot, and when I am in Court and the judge is berating the other guy for misstating the law or relying a little too hard on their alma mater to save them, I just wait my turn and do what I do. No one cares where I went to school, at least no one that knows a thing or two about a thing or two, cares. Apparently, both of you care, but I’m not too worried, because you didn’t know a few minutes ago that you aren’t even discussing the same topic—albeit, incorrectly with confidence. So, I guess I should ask, “where did you go to school?”