It's true, I admit it. I'm a spinster, I drink entirely too much Coke Zero, I wear pearls with flannel, and I chose my career path because of the types of shoes I would get to wear. You probably think I'm kidding. I admit, I didn't realize that was my motivation at the time. But now, in my third year of law school, I realize that I never had any legitimate, intellectual, common-sense reason to decide that I wanted to be a lawyer. I didn't know what it meant to be a lawyer, and I certainly didn't envision a life of constant research, of drafting and re-drafting, and of professors who have made me, for the past three years, feel like one of the biggest morons in the history of the universe. When I think back to my eighteen year old self, full of optimism and faith in the future, I see only one thing: a vision of myself in heels, with a closet full of still more shoes for every imaginable occasion. But that's ridiculous. Who can make a career decision based on shoes? Me, apparently.
But now, decision already made, $80,000 in debt with still more to come before May 14th and graduation, another question comes up. Will a girl, who made her career decision based on the kind of shoes she would get to wear, be happy? The lawyer in me feels the need to clarify. What, after all, does "happy" mean? How can it be defined in this particular context? Well, to provide a positive definition, I guess what I mean by happiness is... Will I be content? Fulfilled? I guess we'll see.
That's the purpose of my posts here. Will the next year take me from a slightly depressed, slightly overweight sponge-like life form living almost entirely off of an ever-increasing repertoire of student loans and charitable gifts from well-meaning but obnoxiously optimistic parents---to a law school graduating, first time bar passing, possibly engaged, well-adjusted, home-owning adult?
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