I grew up in a foreign land (to most Americans). I spent most of my childhood traveling and it allowed me to see many beautiful places. When I say traveling, I don’t mean the vacation type, but rather a different kind. My grandparents traveled a lot for work and I tagged along sometimes. At times we stayed in hotels, but this was the exception rather than the rule. And when we did stay in hotels, they were very cheap ones. Either way, I got to do pretty cool things: I swam in rivers, climbed mountains, and explored exotic trails. I never went camping or fishing in the traditional sense, but I had my share of adventures outdoors.
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- So what school was Dreamy Law School (D, you ready?)? Keep reading.
For those of you who have been reading for a bit over a year now (wow, times flies), you’d know that 2011’s V-Day was a nightmare for us. So was the one in 2010. In order to avoid misery for another year, we decided not to do anything special this year- I mean, how could we? I had to work all day, and as soon as I got home from school, I was supposed to work on a midterm paper due the following day. We made absolutely no plans for that day. Not even to get roses.
However, as the day progressed, we’d soon find out that either Life wanted to make it up to us for the last two V-Days, or that Life felt we needed a super awesome gift. Whichever it was, our lives would never be the same after this day.
A little after 1pm, while I was still stuck at work, I got a chance to take a little break. I called my wife to say hi and see if she was having a good day so far. Out of curiosity, I asked her to check my email- you know, my (now cured) law school anxiety had kicked in once more. She told me about some spam I’ve gotten and how that was pretty much it. Until she noticed that she had originally missed an email from Dreamy Law School. My heart skipped a beat. “Read it!” I ordered. “I did,” she replied. The fact that she wasn’t screaming out of happiness made me realize that it probably wasn’t good news. After another second she finally broke the silence.
I had her read the email to me a few times. I couldn’t believe it. I still can’t, to some degree. This school was so out of my reach, with my low LSAT and all, but THIS was my school. THIS ONE I needed to get into. THIS ONE was my dream school. Now I’m waiting to hear from any scholarship offers. There’s a chance I won’t get any, but I’m staying hopeful.
So why was this such great news? I mean, besides the fact that this was my #1 school? Well, my girl got into the UCLA graduate program. Me getting into this school meant we didn’t have to live far away from each other. Conclusion: best V-Day EVER!
Now, if another local school offers me a lot of money, I’d have to strongly consider it. After all, I’m not about to sell my soul for loans. But in the meantime…
-Mrs. This One
For the past few weeks, I keep opening the “new post” page, only to close it a few seconds later. The reason? I don’t really know how to think about something that doesn’t involve law school.
I could say, “hey, it’s the rest of my life, I have to think about it.” But given that most people are uncertain about what they want to do with their lives, I can’t blame many for not understanding what this feels like. I mean, how ridiculously crazy is it to think that my life is about to change drastically, and I have no control over it? Sure you could say that I have the ultimate decision as to what school I will ultimately attend, but in reality, they hold all the cards.
Think of money. Because of my silly little score, I’m not expecting any money. But say I were offered some. Say I get into two schools: Dreamy Law School, and Somewhat Decent Looking School. At this point, the choice seems obvious, DLS. But what if SDLS happens to offer me a scholarship and DLS doesn’t? What to do then? What if one city has a lower cost of living, but living cheaper would also mean for us to live apart, where can I find the balance then?
I’m under review at 5 schools as of tonight. Wish me luck guys, I’m going to need it.
-Mrs. This One