So, What Are You Gonna Do With Your Life?!?
Graduation is quickly approaching. I’ve turned in all my papers and now all I have left are two finals. I should be elated. After three years of that special brand of torture that one can only experience in law school, I’m done. I survived. However, as I sat in my last law school class ever, I felt sad. All year, I made sure I only had class three days per week. I avoided coming to campus whenever I could. I was done! But now that I truly am done, I just don’t want to be. Finishing law school means I am finished with school. I am not prepared to be finished. I don’t want a real job. I don’t want to have to be a grown up. But I just cannot figure out how to drag out my education any longer. I am also unclear as to what I want to do with this very expensive piece of paper. I suppose I could work at a law firm like most of my classmates, but I found that working insane hours all of the time just isn’t for me. Don’t get me wrong, I really do love the law and want to use the little knowledge I have to do something. I just cannot figure out what something is right for me. Anyone have ideas?
well, working for a corporation gave me pride- knowing I got to screw somebody over and in the interim was screwed over filled me up with a joy i only knew while there.
you could be a prosecutor to ensure fairness in the system, or defense attorney; but in either case- do it for justice and fair play.
you could STAY in school- maybe work on getting your PhD?
you could be our full time nanny….
\just thoughts\
Criminal law is highly entertaining, work for the Public Defender or the State’s Attorney and you get to write off some student loan debt. The court at Flournoy and Kedzie is probably the most overcrowded, so almost everything is dismissed just to clear the docket. A lawyer could sleep thru the call but you would miss some great lines.
…Judge Luckman warned the African-American defendant that before he could accept her guilty plea he wanted her to be aware she might be be subject to deportation if she were foreign born.
“Huh?”
“Were you born in the United States?”
“No”
“Where were you born?”
“Arkansas.”………you can’t make this stuff up and you wouldn’t need to grow up.
Work for the FBI or the Secret Service – that’s my plan.