Law Library Study Rooms are Available!

Library study

Need  a little more private space to study solo or with classmates? The law library has ten study rooms available for students to take advantage of for group or individual study.

Rooms 169 and 170 are located in 1 South and must be reserved in advance throughout the semester  during regular library hours, following these guidelines:

• Rooms are for use by groups of 2 or more and may not be reserved for individual study.

• Each group may reserve a room for a maximum of 4 hours per day.

• Rooms may be reserved up to 1 week in advance.

• Reservations may not be made under multiple group members’ names in order to extend use of a study room beyond the maximum time.

• Reservations may be forfeited if the group is more than 15 minutes late for their reservation or if they leave the room empty for more than 15 minutes. Unattended items will be taken to lost and found.

The remainder of the study rooms can be used on a first-come, first-serve basis either by individuals or groups. These study rooms are 233 and 234 (second floor near Faculty Support Services), LL1, LL2, and LL3 (LL South), and LL4, LL5, and LL6 (LL North).

For Reading Week and Finals Week, we switch it up a bit to accommodate more students using the study rooms. During these times, rooms 169, 170, LL4, LL5, and LL6 are available first-come, first-serve, and all other study rooms are available via registration during regular library hours, using the guidelines above.

Each study room has a white board and monitor for student use. Dry erase markers, VGA and HMDI cables and adapters, Mac adapters, and headphones are available for checkout at the circulation desk during library hours.

To reserve a room, click here. If you are on campus, just log in with the same credentials as you would in one of the campus computer labs. If you are off campus, include ocu/ before your user name when logging in.

From the Study Room Reservations page, choose which room you would like to reserve.

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Then, choose the date you would like to reserve.

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Click on the time you would like your reservation to start.

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Add the names of all group members, and fill in the time for your reservation, up to four hours. Then, click “OK.”

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If you have any questions about reserving your room, please come by the Circulation desk or call 405-208-5271.

 

Thanks for Celebrating National Library Week!

Thank you to everyone who helped us celebrate National Library Week this year! The prize winners are:

Guess Who: Mark Auten

M&Ms Contest: April Coffin

Legal Movie and TV Trivia: Kyle Domnick, Jodi Childers, Alyssa Novak, Amanda Utterback

Grand Prize Study Room Raffle: Jodi Childers

For those of you who are curious about the answers to the Guess Who match game, here they are:

Travels with Charlie: Jennifer Prilliman

The Shining: Tiffany Murphy

Albion’s Seed: Michael Gibson

The Brethren: Jean Giles

The Life and Times of the Thunderbolt Kid: Charles Cantrell

Galapagos: Greg Eddington

Heart of Darkness: Dennis Arrow

Remembrance of Things Past: Eric Laity

Confessions: Paula Dalley

The Harry Potter Series: Natalie Vaughn

The Left Hand of Darkness: Dennis Arrow

A is for Alibi: Nancy Cowden

Don Quijote: Tim Gatton

Freedom: Lee Peoples

New Books for February 2014

The Law Library acquired over 200 new books during the month of February. Most of these items can be found in the new books section of the Reference wing (1 North). For a list of the new acquisitions, click here. You can also see a selection of new books from this month and past months on the New Books 2014 Pinterest board on the Oklahoma City University Law Library Pinterest account.

James Judd

I had Professor Conger in my second year for Legal Profession, and I didn’t really know him before that time, but during that semester I came to realize that he is the kind of man that I want to be.

During the course of that semester, he fell and injured his face pretty bad, and we had a handful of substitutes, but during that time while he recovered, every one of those substitutes took time at the beginning of class to talk about what a great man he was, and not because of the success that he had attained as a lawyer, or even the fact that at one point he got to represent Snoop Dogg, what they talked about was the fact that he was truly an honorable man, an ethical man, a man that you could talk to, and when you did, he would look you in the eyes, and you knew he was telling you the truth. He didn’t have to make promises because you knew he was telling the truth, and after Professor Conger’s untimely death, I continue to hear these good things, and again, none of it was about his success as a lawyer, but his success as a man.

And so, as I reflected on that, I came to realize that’s what I want to be, and when my time on this earth comes to an end, I don’t want people to talk about the money I’ve made or the cases I’ve won, I want them to talk about how I was an honest and ethical man, the same as Professor Conger. And so that’s why I will model my life on his and follow his example.

Arthur G. LeFrancois

At a Law School gala in November 2012, Bill Conger was named the recipient of the Marian P. Opala Award for Lifetime Achievement in Law. Dean Valerie Couch, Bill’s former law partner, delivered her typical homerun of an introduction—a thoughtful and moving portrait of Bill and his career, including his important contributions to the Law School. I sat across from him (he had been kind enough to invite me and my wife, Betsy, to sit at his table) and could see how much he was moved (as was everyone) by the Dean’s words. A microphone was brought to Bill so that he could make a few remarks in accepting the award. The first thing he said was, “And to think, I could have had Art LeFrancois introduce me.”
Bill was a life-enhancer. He was charismatic beyond telling, was a raconteur whose next untold story could make you ache with anticipation, and was a pretty good listener as well. He knew how to be a good friend, but if he hadn’t, you really wouldn’t have cared. You just wanted to be his.

Having spent the majority of his career building his firm, he transitioned with joy and ease to University General Counsel and Distinguished Lecturer. He made an instant connection with our students, who routinely sought him out as a mentor. He relished the role. Perhaps he made more than a few of his colleagues appreciate more deeply some of the insufficiently explored opportunities we had as faculty members.

I met Bill in January of 1999, when, as part of the American Bar Association’s Central and East European Law Initiative, I took a delegation of Armenian defense attorneys to the offices of the firm he had founded with Larry Hartzog and Len Cason. While my charge was to give the delegation a sense of our criminal justice system, I thought a visit to Bill’s firm could be instructive in a number of important (and relevant) ways. So we gathered in the conference room. Bill was gracious and informative in his remarks, and prior to these he made small talk and answered questions with an enthusiasm that I soon came to realize was either innate or perhaps even an artifice (great trial attorney that he was) he could muster on demand. I wasn’t sure there was a difference, and, in my own case, would have been happy with the latter.

Some of our visitors from Armenia had been asking, since their arrival in Oklahoma City, just how the prosecutor went about selecting defense counsel for criminal trials. I repeatedly denied the factual predicate of this question (and I distinguished practices such as court appointment). Their responses to my denials and distinctions were unfailingly polite and uniformly insincere. Which is to say, they became more intrigued with why I should deny such an obvious fact than with the fact itself. I mentioned the issue to Bill, so that he would not say anything that could accidentally buttress their Procurator-General-on-Steroids theory of criminal justice in the United States, or at least in Oklahoma. Which is not to suggest that we didn’t have a boatload of problems in our criminal justice system then, or don’t now.

During his formal remarks to the delegation, Bill thought it would be useful to talk about bar disciplinary procedures. This resulted in much of the follow-up Q&A being devoted to issues of how much control the bar association had over each criminal trial, how the association selected defense attorneys for each criminal trial, how the membership of this powerful association was determined, and so forth. Bill looked at me for some succor during this avalanche of questions about the central role of the bar association in criminal litigation. I provided little. Looking back, I realize this was the only time I was ever, on any issue, as persuasive as Bill.

Bill’s later years were filled with medical challenges. He was in the hospital with disconcerting frequency and seemed to be in a constant state of convalescence from one thing or another. Heart and lung issues were exacerbated by back pain. Medications had side effects. Oxygen concentrators had to be dragged along. Incredibly, Bill’s desire to be out and about, to be in the middle of things, did not wane. His joie de vivre seemed undimmed. So there he was, in his office, at Law School and University social events, at informal social gatherings, and in his classroom. Again I wondered, as I had when I first met him, whether he just had an inexhaustible reservoir of the stuff of life, or whether, through an act of will, he was able to simulate it or somehow manufacture it. I also wondered why so many people, including me, seemed to do so much more complaining about their health than did Bill.

In August of 2006, Bill and I drove to the Sunflower River Blues Festival in Clarksdale, Mississippi. This was an annual trip Bill made with a number of friends (a somewhat shifting cast of characters), and this was the first time I was able to go. We stopped in Shreveport (Bill’s hometown), where I met his twin sister, Betty, who, like Bill, looked years younger than she was, and with whom we had dinner, along with her husband, Arnold. At the airport in Jackson, Mississippi, we picked up the other half of our crew, attorneys John Schaefer and Roland Tague. From there, we traveled to Raymond, Vicksburg, Greenville, Indianola, Leland, Cleveland, and finally, Clarksdale. We visited a “Battlefield Park” that consisted of a cannon on an abandoned concrete highway. We bought garish pink and yellow floral-patterned lawn chairs for six dollars each (surprisingly, they were on sale) so as to more comfortably listen to the blues in Clarksdale. We toured county courthouses, Civil War and blues museums, colleges and universities, Civil War cemeteries, and much more. My point (besides holding that trip in memory like a living slice of time) is that through it all, Bill was with us pretty much every step of the way, his health challenges taking a distant back seat to his curiosity, enthusiasm, and general ebullience.

This was so two years later when Bill served as president of the state bar. And it continued until the first day of this year. He poured himself into life and into lives. Not long ago, a very close friend told me Bill had taught her not to fear lawsuits. Think about that. Another spoke of Bill’s feminism. At Bill’s memorial service, Dean Couch named an impressive number of women Bill had mentored, as he had her. My younger daughter, Meghan, was lucky enough to have been his friend. Her birthday is Valentine’s Day, and Bill forwarded to me, years ago, the first email in which she thanked him for his birthday wishes and accepted his avuncular entreaties to be his Valentine.

I have made some good friends through Bill’s auspices. Among them is his younger brother, George. George and Bill would regale friends with family stories, including loving portraits of parents George and Lil. The only stories of meanness I’ve heard about Bill (this is to be distinguished from firmness, or, say, candor) involved liquids. The first was a kind of experiment in perspective, when Bill provided young George with the opportunity to use all his senses in experiencing, close up, the flushing of a toilet. As George recounts it, a neighbor from whom he sought therapy shortly after the event reminded George of it many years later, even as the neighbor was in his dotage. (George does have a follow-up story about the day, long after the flushing, that forever marked the end of his being treated like the little brother.) The second has to do with the time Bill had a dozen mice drowned in soda, where they were immersed for varying periods of time pre- and postmortem. (This was to defend a case in which it was germane to have evidence about, yes, how mice look when they have been immersed in soda for varying periods of time.) Bill’s best defense of this? “They would have died anyway.” As Bill said at least once to me, in another context, and without a suggestion of fatalism, so shall we all.

I suppose I had another point in describing our Clarksdale trip, which is to extol the virtues of saying “yes.” I’ve got an email inbox with too many (declined) invitations from Bill to go on any number of road trips—to Wisconsin to visit a provost-turned-college-president friend (and to stop at my alma mater on the way), to Civil War battlefields, to Clarksdale, and to New Orleans. There were several of these New Orleans invitations, the last of which he sent in October of last year. He wanted to drive together to the AALS conference, which, as it turned out, began three days after his death. Bill never stopped looking forward to his future.
We miss Bill deeply. We miss him every day.