The Oncoming Traffic
I am less than a week away from adopting a new life, and I've gotten to think about the one I narrowly escaped.
No matter how stylish its made up to look, I still can't see myself joining the black and white profession. I've spoken to too many unhappy people to know that I wouldn't be able to put on a black suit and live to tell about it.
I went to the store looking for a jacket. First tried a black one, didn't like how it looked on me. I thought it was the cut, so I tried again with a different style. Couldn't get that one to work either. Same thing happened with a third.
And then I realized that it wasn't how the jacket fit me that was the issue, it was the color. Long story short, I ended up paying 60% off for one in a color I would describe as Payne's Grey.
No black jacket for me, sorry, no.
And with that, I just knew that four years of law school would have been for nothing, and that that little piece of paper with the famous initials printed after my name will be of no use to me for at least another two years.
Because what put me off wasn't the ordinariness of a black jacket, but what it could mean to put one on. A desk. A courtroom. Briefs. Clients. And other people also in black and white.
Ick.
I love words. Words are beautiful. The greatest gift my mom ever gave me (other than my existence, that is) was the love for both written and spoken words. I read when I was four and wrote when I turned nine. Naturally, I agreed to read law because lawyers rely on words, and that sounded good at first.
As much as I adore Batman and the idea of wearing a black cape to save lives myself sounds appealing, dress shoes changed everything and now I am about to leave the country in order to escape the dreaded black jacket.
I have observed quite a few miserable lawyers. Many are looking to find their way out, but very few succeed. I may have. Perhaps I succeeded because I have yet to fall in, whereas the others are already at least waist-deep and can barely breathe - let alone run.
Maybe I should have downloaded this and practiced!
LOL.
Ladies and gentlemen, I shall become the journalist in the Batman tee and grey colored chucks. Wish me luck!
No matter how stylish its made up to look, I still can't see myself joining the black and white profession. I've spoken to too many unhappy people to know that I wouldn't be able to put on a black suit and live to tell about it.
I went to the store looking for a jacket. First tried a black one, didn't like how it looked on me. I thought it was the cut, so I tried again with a different style. Couldn't get that one to work either. Same thing happened with a third.
And then I realized that it wasn't how the jacket fit me that was the issue, it was the color. Long story short, I ended up paying 60% off for one in a color I would describe as Payne's Grey.
No black jacket for me, sorry, no.
And with that, I just knew that four years of law school would have been for nothing, and that that little piece of paper with the famous initials printed after my name will be of no use to me for at least another two years.
Because what put me off wasn't the ordinariness of a black jacket, but what it could mean to put one on. A desk. A courtroom. Briefs. Clients. And other people also in black and white.
Ick.
I love words. Words are beautiful. The greatest gift my mom ever gave me (other than my existence, that is) was the love for both written and spoken words. I read when I was four and wrote when I turned nine. Naturally, I agreed to read law because lawyers rely on words, and that sounded good at first.
As much as I adore Batman and the idea of wearing a black cape to save lives myself sounds appealing, dress shoes changed everything and now I am about to leave the country in order to escape the dreaded black jacket.
I have observed quite a few miserable lawyers. Many are looking to find their way out, but very few succeed. I may have. Perhaps I succeeded because I have yet to fall in, whereas the others are already at least waist-deep and can barely breathe - let alone run.
Maybe I should have downloaded this and practiced!
LOL.
Ladies and gentlemen, I shall become the journalist in the Batman tee and grey colored chucks. Wish me luck!
