William S. Richardson School of Law - Law School Traditions

Law School Traditions

A list of some of Richardson's traditions:

  • Student Pledge
Adopted in 2002 as an aspirational reflection of Kānāwai Māmalahoe, all Richardson students recite the Law Student Pledge, written by late Professor Chris Iijima, before a Hawaii Supreme Court Justice during a special ceremony before they begin their legal education.
  • Ete Bowl
Starting in 1978, Richardson--in a tradition that promotes school spirit and camaraderie amongst students--holds a yearly alumnae v. female law students flag football game. The Alumnae ("Bruzers") and UH Law Student ("Etes") teams are composed entirely of female students, while cheerleaders are composed of male students dressed in drag.
  • Stew Day
Begun by Professor Calvin Pang, every year on Stew Day, the Richardson Faculty dress up in goofy hats and aprons and serve a stew lunch to the students. Recently added to Stew Day, Professor Pang orchestrated the “Red Socks Award” – in honor of Dean Aviam Soifer, a Boston Red Sox Fan. However, the Award is not intended to celebrate the Red Sox rather stories of heroism and inspiration. Students submit stories about classmates who have extended themselves in ways that inspire others.

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