LSAT Vocabulary: Attitudes

Nadia felt elated at the clinic when the board showed her sister's tests were clear, and she hugged the nurse in the hallway.

Jonah sat gloomy in the law library after the appeal was denied, staring at a closed volume and answering no one.

A reverent hush fell over the law library when the visiting judge opened the rare casebook, and students lowered their voices.

Arms crossed at the neighborhood council, the petulant resident muttered that nobody ever listened and refused to stay for the rest of the vote.

Priya stayed sanguine at the small firm even with the filing deadline close, telling the clerks the brief would be ready by morning.

The associate offered a rueful smile in the hearing room, admitted the wrong paragraph, and asked leave to correct the citation.

Standing by the window at the small firm, the senior partner remained distant during the celebration and answered congratulations with only a short nod.

Voice shaking, Ms. Alvarez made a fervent plea at the neighborhood council for a crosswalk and described the near miss on her own street.

Lifting the handwritten exhibit with two fingers, counsel in the hearing room looked disdainful, as if the page barely deserved the table.

Finding a chair for his mother left Mr. Chen grateful at the clinic, and he thanked the night nurse twice before he sat down.

Several neighbors turned their chairs away from the podium, and a hostile murmur rose at the neighborhood council as the developer spoke.

Shelving reporters in even rows, the librarian stayed serene in the law library despite the whispered argument two tables over.

Left off the brief she had drafted, the paralegal at the small firm sounded resentful and said so in a tight voice.

Offering water and greeting each lawyer by name, the examiner was cordial in the hearing room before the record opened.

Elena sounded jaded at the small firm after a decade of the same contract disputes and said another settlement letter would change nothing.

An earnest question from the clinic intern about the consent form made the physician stop and explain each line in plain words.

Doubting the safety explanation from its first sentence, a cynical member of the neighborhood council asked who would profit from the new parking meters.

Humming over the closing checklist, Malik felt buoyant at the small firm after the client called with good news.

Even opposing counsel stopped shuffling papers when the clerk read the injury findings and the hearing room turned solemn.

Folding her arms, the witness became defiant in the hearing room and said she would not answer until her own lawyer was present.

Apologizing for the late filing, junior counsel looked contrite in the hearing room and asked the panel for a short continuance.

After the ruling, the smug associate at the small firm leaned back and told everyone he had predicted that outcome all along.

Giving each neighbor the same ten minutes, the hearing officer stayed neutral in the hearing room and refused to praise either plan.

Whenever the clinic door opened, anxious parents checked the clock and whispered about whether the specialist had forgotten them.

Praising the losing side and inviting them onto the follow-up committee, the chair was forgiving at the neighborhood council after the vote.

A squeaking book cart made an irritable researcher in the law library snap at the noise, and he then apologized and asked that it be rolled more slowly.

Old moot-court photos left Professor Okada nostalgic in the law library, and she said she missed the cramped reading room of her first year.

Ms. Brooks was adamant at the neighborhood council that the clinic van keep its curb space and said she would not vote for any other site.

Hovering in the doorway with a memo, the bashful new clerk at the small firm waited to be invited in before she spoke.

Sitting beside the crying patient, a caring aide at the clinic offered to call his brother before the doctor came back.

A short laugh accompanied the scornful objection in the hearing room, as if the other side's theory were too weak to answer seriously.

Discharge papers stayed folded on their laps while the hopeful family at the clinic watched the door for the surgeon.

Jaw tight after his loading-zone request was tabled, the sullen shopkeeper sat through the rest of the neighborhood council meeting without clapping.

Cheering once in the conference room, the jubilant team at the small firm celebrated the lifted injunction before anyone sat down to plan the next filing.

The hearing officer looked incredulous at the mileage figure in the hearing room and asked twice whether the witness meant miles or blocks.

A drawing from her grandson filled the affectionate note a patient left at the clinic, thanking the night staff by name.

The digest held the unruffled scholar's attention in the law library even when the fire alarm chirped and then stopped.

Calling the settlement a betrayal, a bitter note in the margin at the small firm came from someone who refused to sign the congratulatory card.

Extra petition copies in hand, the zealous volunteer reached the neighborhood council an hour early and offered to knock on every door on the block.

After speaking too loudly in the law library, the student looked sheepish, lowered his voice, and slid his chair in without another word.

Unrelated motions were swept into a spiteful email at the small firm that promised to oppose every future filing over one missed deadline.

Her mentor's last letter left a melancholy quiet in the law library carrel, and she did not turn the page for a long while.

A box of pears from an appreciative patient appeared at the clinic front desk, with a note that the late appointment had saved her the bus fare home.

On the third request to repeat the same date, the clerk grew exasperated in the hearing room, set down her pen, and told the lawyer to check his own notes.

A shrug accompanied his nonchalant remark at the small firm that the client could initial the missing signature whenever she dropped by.

Two nights in the vinyl chair had not tired the devoted spouse at the clinic, who still knew every nurse's name on the morning shift.

Photos went into the bag in silence as the glum gardener left the neighborhood council before the cookies, the tree vote having failed.

Repair receipts from the landlord never appeared in the partisan statement read in the hearing room, which praised only the tenants.

Catching a misquote, the professor left the student humbled in the law library, and he rewrote the citation and thanked her.

Overnight relief was what the optimistic nurse at the clinic expected, and she told the family to call if the swelling did not ease.

Nobody laughed after her caustic remark at the small firm about the sloppy brief stung the conference room.

After the tenant described the cold apartment, a sympathetic panel member in the hearing room nodded and asked whether the heat had been restored.

Neither party received praise or blame in the detached case note a reader left open in the law library.

News that the playground fence had come down without a hearing left neighbors outraged at the neighborhood council, and they stood up together.

Evening hours left the clinic receptionist content, and she said she could finally collect her son without rushing the last patient.

Hours the firm might lack pulled against his liking for the client, so the partner felt ambivalent at the small firm about taking the matter.

Both hands pressed the table as the exultant advocate in the hearing room laughed once after the stay was granted and then gathered her files.

Reddening, the clerk was chagrined in the law library to find the volume misshelved under his own name and moved it before anyone else noticed.

Morning light from an old ward still drew a wistful note in her voice at the clinic as she described the garden there.

Only after the judge finished did the intern, deferential in the hearing room, ask in a soft voice whether she might approach with the exhibit.

A skipped cite check showed how complacent the team at the small firm had grown after three easy wins, since they assumed this motion would go the same way.

Before signing, patients at the clinic looked apprehensive, read the consent form twice, and asked what the procedure would feel like.

A proposal to pave the community garden drew a contemptuous laugh at the neighborhood council, and the speaker made no effort to hide it.

One minute left at the filing window sent the gleeful clerk at the small firm waving the stamped receipt down the hall.

A hotel night for the tenant was what the penitent landlord offered in the hearing room, saying he should have fixed the lock sooner.

Quick questions did not shake the witness, who stayed composed in the hearing room and answered each one in a steady voice.

Disliking the admission even as she made it, the chair at the neighborhood council gave a grudging nod and said the other side had a fair point.

Walk-in patients sent to the back of the line left Ms. Ortiz indignant at the clinic, and she asked why the posted order was being ignored.

Debate at the reference desk did not disturb the tranquil corner by the atlases in the law library, where a student looked untroubled.

Highlighters already uncapped, the enthusiastic summer clerk at the small firm volunteered for the weekend cite check.

The next date went undiscussed because the client looked despondent in the hearing room after the continuance was denied and stared at the floor.

A stool offered to everyone else was refused by the arrogant visitor in the law library, who said he preferred not to sit among students.

Water, a blanket, or a call to his daughter was what the solicitous volunteer at the clinic kept offering the man who was waiting.

Clients who praised the work and then disappeared had left the bookkeeper embittered at the small firm after years of unpaid invoices, and she spoke of them sharply.

His ride gone, the forlorn teenager at the clinic sat alone beside the vending machine, hugging his jacket and meeting no one's eyes.

The date of the first complaint came at once from the advocate, who felt confident in the hearing room about the timeline she had built.

A dog-eared rare reporter left the student abashed in the law library, and he smoothed the page and apologized to the librarian at once.

Neither contractor was praised in the unemotional summary read in the hearing room, which simply weighed both repair estimates.

Dark alley lights for a month brought an irate caller to the neighborhood council, shouting and demanding that the chair answer that night.

The unsigned affidavit left the partner skeptical at the small firm, and he asked who had watched the client sign and where the notary stamp was.

Crying spread through the clinic waiting room after a mournful hush followed the news from the operating desk.

Keeping the garden and sharing the path along its edge was the conciliatory suggestion the mediator offered at the neighborhood council.

A short recess was refused during the belligerent cross-examination in the hearing room, which pressed every answer.

Rather than hide the error in a memo, the remorseful associate at the small firm offered to tell the client himself about the missed deadline.

Without looking up from the log, the desk clerk in the law library seemed blasé about yet another request for the same treatise and slid it across.

An easy timeline for the panel earned an admiring note in the hearing room from a junior lawyer who praised the advocate's approach.

Lively talk at the next table did not draw her in, because she had grown pensive in the law library after reading the dissent, chin resting on her hand.

Illness rather than carelessness was the charitable view the neighborhood council took of the late report, and the members agreed to hear it next month.

Before the wheel could be fixed, a peevish complaint about the squeaky cart at the clinic made the aide wince, and the speaker fussed again.

Only the meeting date, and nothing the client had said there, appeared in her guarded answer at the small firm.

A clear scan left the patient delighted at the clinic, and she clapped once and asked whether she could tell her sister in the hall.

He felt envious at the small firm of the corner office, kept mentioning the window, and asked why a newer associate had been given the view.

Photos of the injury did not move the unflinching claimant in the hearing room to raise his voice, and he declined the offer to pause.

Never having been called on, the aggrieved tenant told the neighborhood council that the members had heard the landlord twice.

News that the baby was finally breathing on her own left the parents euphoric at the clinic, and they grinned at every stranger in the elevator.

The timid witness in the hearing room flinched at the microphone and asked whether she could answer while looking at the floor.

Empty chairs at a closed legal aid desk filled the doleful letter still kept in the law library archive.

Nods came before the vote as an approving murmur at the neighborhood council followed the plan for a shaded bench.

Mr. Hale felt heartened at the clinic by the smaller bill and said he could schedule the follow-up without borrowing from his sister.

Every few minutes the fretful child at the clinic twisted the paper gown and asked whether the doctor was coming.

The partner was livid at the small firm about the forwarded draft, shut the conference-room door, and demanded to know who had sent it.

Volunteers who had believed the lot would remain a park felt disillusioned at the neighborhood council and now doubted every promise from the developer.

Her meek reply in the hearing room was almost too soft for the microphone, and she accepted the new date without offering any objection.

The nurse spoke in a tender voice at the clinic, told the boy the shot would be quick, and let him squeeze her hand.

The rancorous exchange over the fence line at the neighborhood council continued until the chair cut the microphones and called a recess.

Associates at the small firm looked dejected after the client chose another firm, stacked the unused binders, and left the conference room in silence.

The genial archivist in the law library greeted each researcher by name and joked that the kettle in the back room was the real rare holding.