Well, the news finally arrived that I was unsuccessful in attaining admittance to law school. For those of you that don't know it, I have been attempting to get in to law for three years now, and have taken the LSAT three times, composed three different yet profound personal statements, bribed nine interesting people write me glowing reference letters and submitted three marginally updated resumes. Despite it all, rejection!
Of course, the first thought in my head was, "that was a terrific waste of three years of my life." But after watching today's very enlightening episode of "The Young and the Restless," I have quelled my feelings of failure. The show featured a character who quotes the Dali Lama to diminish his despair, which initially made me snicker, but in my vulnerable state, also, unbelievably, inspired me. It goes, "Remember: not getting what you want is sometimes a remarkable stroke of luck." Can you believe I heard it on a soap opera? Long live the daytime stories for they bring clarity to the commoners!
Yet amidst the feelings of inspiration lies the reality that the world has become my oyster, and I have real panic about this. Suddenly, I can pick something else to become, and it is more difficult that I anticipated. After spending a decade at home raising my girls and recently completing an undergraduate degree, I find myself flailing to fit somewhere, without much success. I long to work and be a part of something valuable. I fantasize about earning a pay-cheque. I yearn for chats around the water-cooler. I want to wear high heels every day. I think it would be fun to go to Maxwell Taylor's for Happy Hour long island iced teas and free snacks every Thursday. I just want to be amongst the people.
So, I will scour soaps for insight and consider my future as not-a-lawyer. Meanwhile, productive lawyer people will do productive lawyer things without me. For who will be there to dispense Dali Lama sage advice when they are in a pickle, standing around the water-cooler, pay-cheque in purse, sporting brand new high heels, on their way to Maxwell Taylor's? Not me, I guess.
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enjoy your blog so much! makes me smile ~ hope to catch up more soon, nic
Thanks, Nicole! I hope you are enjoying Florida. I'd like to hear all about it when you return.
Ahhhh damn!
I like the new look!
Water cooler chit-chat is highly overrated and high heels hurt after 8 hours...
Read an article recently about highly successful people who were rejected by Harvard, all of whom now think it was the best thing that ever happened to them. Can't find the original article, but here's a variant from Huffington Post: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2010/03/27/rich-and-famous-college-r_n_515931.html
oh steph, i'm sorry.
glad you found some inspiration, though i suspect it came less from the soap than the dirty martini in your hand ;)
as for happy hour Thursdays...i've been looking for an excuse to try out my new heels, and I could use a refill on my favorite steph :D
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