pour a glass for me
Nov. 26th, 2001 05:06 amSo what I need to find is a law school that'll take me without a BA. Or that will let me do the degrees simultaneously. Preferably in the greater NY metropolitan area. But whatever. And I don't want to talk about it. I just want to do it. I've thought about it for years. It's time. I'd do great in law school.
Thanksgiving. Migraine. Heart murmur. Danbury. The Abyss. Japanese chicken kara-age. Evian. Winston lights.
she burns all her notes, she knows, she's been here too few years to feel this old.
Oh, and about 30,000 dollars I need, also.
Brooklyn. chocolate. Coffee. Winston lights. Family. Thanksgiving. My grandfather, looking like a little old man for the first time, and in my dream my father said, "don't worry, mom's ready for him to go." The Abyss. The Andromeda Strain. On Rosh Hashanah I saw cropdusters over southeast Connecticut, and they're tracking the Anthrax trail. MSNBC. Work. Farscape. Money. Australia. Jo. G. Helen. Danbury. Punk. wen. The website. Winston lights. Evian. 30,000 dollars. Egg sales.
and if there's nothing there to ease this ache, if it's the same for you I'll just hang.
30,000 dollars. Law school. Rich relatives. dying.
November, 2001.
Thanksgiving. Migraine. Heart murmur. Danbury. The Abyss. Japanese chicken kara-age. Evian. Winston lights.
she burns all her notes, she knows, she's been here too few years to feel this old.
Oh, and about 30,000 dollars I need, also.
Brooklyn. chocolate. Coffee. Winston lights. Family. Thanksgiving. My grandfather, looking like a little old man for the first time, and in my dream my father said, "don't worry, mom's ready for him to go." The Abyss. The Andromeda Strain. On Rosh Hashanah I saw cropdusters over southeast Connecticut, and they're tracking the Anthrax trail. MSNBC. Work. Farscape. Money. Australia. Jo. G. Helen. Danbury. Punk. wen. The website. Winston lights. Evian. 30,000 dollars. Egg sales.
and if there's nothing there to ease this ache, if it's the same for you I'll just hang.
30,000 dollars. Law school. Rich relatives. dying.
November, 2001.
okay then
Date: 2001-11-26 10:44 am (UTC)but hey! wasn't I put in charge of your life? oh no. that was Jo.
damn.
maybe you and I'll visit my darling Jobert in law school in Philly next week. We can sing Counting Crows in the car and entertain the world mightily.
one L ?
Date: 2001-11-26 11:00 pm (UTC)If you want, I will tell you my tales of law school. Which I enjoyed, yes, I did. I had a great time in law school. But I'm a bit of a freak. So are you but we aren't much alike.
So I'll say this: be very very sure this is what you want. Because it's not $30,000, it's more like $90,000 and it's three years of your life and you will never think the same again and no one will ever look at you the same again and even if you finish it and discover you don't like doing it you've spent the money, taken on the loans, gotten the letters after your name.
And the people! Some of the people you meet in law school are fabulous: others are really everything all those jokes and tv shows warn you lawyers are like, and then some. With sprinkles on top. Because high grades mean more money, and they'll do anything for that.
Then there's the bar: I wouldn't wish sitting for the California bar on Scorpius. ... well, maybe Scorpius -- but no one else, not even Jool. It makes your brains leak out through all the orifices on your body.
But first you gotta get the undergrad degree. And maybe borrow a casebook from your friend and see what she has to read on a regular basis.
Just be sure, that's all I'm saying. Be sure.
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Date: 2001-12-07 12:26 pm (UTC)Law School
Date: 2001-12-18 09:11 am (UTC)But, beware, it *will* change the way you think, and the way you see the world, and, and sometimes I wish I could let my brain not analyze everything for failure and danger. I squash a lot of dreams because it's my job to think worse case scenario and that's hard to turn off. Yes, I get to be a badass sometimes, and I have gotten very good at verbally bending fingers back, and I love the law - the constant change, and God in the details bit - but you will always be different. And you will argue, for three years straight, about everything. You will argue with your friends and your family and your classmates (even about things like whether crunchy is actually a word and the relative merits of oxygen, swear to God). But, having said that, if it's in you, go for it. Go sit in on a class or two at a NY school, talk to first years, read some cases, and trust your instincts. You will probably need the BA first, I don't know of any acredited law school that let's you skip that, but I could be wrong, and places like NYU (which is phenomenally hard to get into but likes to be on the cutting edge) might consider it under certain circumstances.
I wish you luck, and trust in youself, and the tutition fairy. I may never pay off my loans, and I wouldn't forgo law school given the chance to go back.
Good luck.
Columbia, babe!
Date: 2002-01-11 06:37 pm (UTC)When I looked -- which was some years ago, so you'll have to recheck, alas -- there were two top-ten law schools in the
country that would, if you impressed them sufficiently, admit you without insisting that you have an undergraduate degree.
Those two were University of Chicago -- a wonderful school, but further than you want to go -- and Columbia. Both did
insist that you have credits amounting to three years of college, but they didn't care how you'd accumulated them.
If you go this route, it helps to have great LSATs, and a good line of patter about why you don't have that BA. But it
can be done: I did it. (And yeah, it was totally worth it. Practising law isn't always fun, but law school is a
glorious ride.) You can do it, too.