I had many of the same questions as you did, I thought I would have no free time, but I found that I have as much as I did in undergrad. The operative thing is because in undergrad I was working 25-35 hours a week, now I'm not working at all. So it balances out. I give it about 3-5 hours a day depending on the work load for the week. However, during the first semester when your memo is due, expect your free time to be cut dramatically, in the two weeks coming up to the due date you'll gradually increase the amount of time you spend working until it almost is exclusive of your entire day. Also the 2-3 approaching finals expect to be dead to the outside law school world. It's hard, but it's not as much as other people will make it seem. I was able to play rugby full time, maintain a social life and do very well my first semester. On the weekends expect a few hours a day on saturday and sunday (if you're flying home, that may be ample) or you can do it all at once in one day and take the other off. Some people make it seem much worse than it is, but in my opinion it's not all that bad.
tagi cite this as one of countless threads which prove my original point some weeks ago (someone will find the quote) that this is a place for sheep who need reassuring that all will be well. weak little 22 year-olds scared of the world. dude, law school is entirely voluntary. i absolutely adore the way people obsess over the silliest things like "will i meet somebody?" or "how humiliating is the socratic method...really?" or "will i soil myself when i am called upon?". i'll bet you are the variety of tit who pays for chemo for his cat while millions of people die every year from malaria...yep, you're the guy who thinks SUV emissions are a big deal when we have obscenities like the Darfur, East Timor, and female circumcision going on...what a bunch of weak ninnies...it is f&%king school guys...if you worked at a 711 the rest of your puff your standard of living would still exceed that of most of the human beings on the planet you egotistical idiiots...i cannot wait to meet all of you in the cold, cold world, i'll eat your lunches your assortment of sad, twitching nerve bundles. what an effete group of dilletantes we sound like. jesus, i'm going to go puke.
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