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The Waiting Game

All my applications are officially in. I added two more schools last minute, trying to improve my chances.

The road ahead will be long. I don’t have another chance to repeat my test, and unless I really don’t get into any school, I don’t really want to. In fact, I really wish I don’t have to go through this process again until I’m looking for jobs as an attorney.

I applied to all sorts of schools. Some I’d really love to go to. Including my beloved DLS. But most of those that fall in this category ask for a way better score than I have.

Which brings me to the fact that I may have spoiled our chances to make sure we go to schools in the same area next year. Sucky, isn’t it? I’m also not hoping for scholarships anymore. I will simply wait and hope for the best in the next two months.

On the bright side (I didn’t think there was any either), I finally KNOW what I want to do with my life. I have something to look forward to. And the best part is that I’m super excited about it all, and the Mrs. supports me on it 100%. Now I want to reserve this information for another entry, but if you wanted a hint, I’m gonna be applying for public service scholarships in the next few days.

-Mrs. This One


How Did You Pick Your School?

Four applications in, thirteen more to go. Usually I would cherish the fact that I at least got some applications in, but for now all I can think about is that I’m not even halfway through. It does feel a bit surreal that I applied to some schools. Like, did it really happen? Is this a dream?

Okay, enough with the blabber. One thing that I’ve gotten out of this application process is that there is one school that actually rings my bell. They have a different perspective to the whole law school thing- and the more I deal with them, the more they confirm this for me. Because of how touchy this whole process is, I will call this school Dreamy Law School (nothing to do with Grey’s Anatomy, I promise).

I would love to go there because they’re different. The faculty is filled with bada**es. People who’ve traveled and done pretty unconventional research. What’s more, the dean is committed to make sure this is a life-changing experience for the students. You know how many deans actually care about the students? Well, I’m not sure either, but I bet it ain’t many. And one last added bonus, their campus drives me crazy (in a good way). I feel so much at peace when I’m there. But not everything is reindeer and rainbows. This school will have me live away from my girl, they are not the highest-ranked school (which it will matter plenty when I’m out looking for a job), and there’s the little inconvenience that my LSAT score needs to be good enough for them to accept me.

All in all, choosing a school out of thirteen (keep in mind this number will be smaller based on which schools actually take me) will be no walk in the park. So I turn this back at you- how did you pick your school? When did you know this was THE school you wanted to go to?

-Mrs. This One


Oh, Life is Bi(tt)er…

As promised (to myself, I suppose), I’ve started submitting my law school applications. I feel so tense that I think it would be way too easy for me to snap- of course I only know that because it has already happened.

If there’s something I’ve been told about school applications, whether for undergrad or other programs, is that typos are grounds for dismissal. Therefore, typos have become my archenemies. That’s why I asked my wife nicely to double-check my essays before I submitted them. Easy enough, right?

Well, the thing is that for law schools, you can’t really use one essay. Each school will ask you for some things that will not fit with another school’s requirements. By now, I think I’ve written about 6 essays for three schools. Anyway, I first submitted my USC application, and then UCLA’s followed.

When I was about to submit my Loyola’s application, I noticed a typo in a sentence after my wife had already gone through it. This one sentence I have used for the other two schools as well. Panic sunk in. I frantically looked for my other two saved applications hoping I was wrong. Nope, no chance. I submitted a typo to both of those applications. And mind you, it wasn’t just A typo. It was a typo at the very end of an essay. So this will be the last thing in their minds when they look at my application. Could you really blame me for snapping?

Well, now I feel like an a** because my SIL is right: this is my responsibility and I cannot put this on my girl. Though I could go on about how my SIL really needs to stay out of my relationship with MY wife, I’ll leave that for later and rather give her the credit she deserves. Besides, if someone had asked me to look over 6 essays in about four hours, I too would have missed a thing or two.

I wish this process were less demanding than it actually is. Or at least that after I submit an application, I’d get the little corny video of Rocky going up the stairs like WordPress used to do when I published something.┬áIs that too much to ask for?

-Mrs. This One


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