It sucks to know that I am studying for finals and will probably never find a job on this field. It makes it so friggin hard to actually concentrate on the task that is at hand. I have never been good at getting regular jobs, such as fast food, retail and sales, so how the hell do I expect to get a job in law?!
I am so depressed over this and have gotten to the point where I am looking at employment agencies and craigslist for jobs instead of studying. I found one that pays around $30k and I could not help but thinking "I'd love that". Anything, anything is better than this. Why did I go again?
Monday 12 December 2011
Wednesday 7 December 2011
What is reality?
There was once a young lad who had so many ideas about life, yet in reality he knew so little. Life to the young lad was mysterious and exciting. Full of possibilities. There was infinite things that could be accomplished and great time in which to do them. In his mind he could be anything he chose and he was awestruck by this.
One day he was told that there comes a time when one stops dreaming and faces reality. What is this reality? he asked himself. He set in his mind that he would never give up dreaming, that he would never let go of striving to make his dreams come true. He assured himself that others may have given up with life so easily, but he would never do as others did. I am different! he told himself naively. I will always pursue my goals and dreams no matter what others may say. I am my own person! I am to be great!
Life has a funny way of chewing up and spitting out dreams. The young lad refused to let life’s trials pierce his resolve. Instead, the young lad pushed forward, all the while getting a little older, and a little weaker. You see, life sometimes delivers huge blows, such as a permanent disability or a prison sentence. Sometimes life rips a person apart in one move. However, it is often more subtle. Generally, life has a way of slowly tearing a person apart. It is almost invisible. Little things happen over the years as a person moves away from youth and closer to their end that dampens a person’s resolve.
As the trials of life pass, we find ourselves getting through them. However, at the same time we lament that that we did not do it differently. In hindsight we realize we would have done things differently if faced with the same obstacle. This is why people generally get out of ordeals more easily as they repeat. However, it’s that first sting that hurts the most. The pain from that first sting lasts the longest, and as such we tend to let its effects linger in our mind. We lament and feel angst each time the memory is rekindled.
So many obstacles present themselves in a person’s life. Each one breaks the spirit just a little more. We don’t realize it at first. Sometimes we fantasize that everything will be ideal. But more things happen. We grow tired of these trials. If we were to live forever every person’s spirit would be destroyed eventually. One day we would all give up with life. If people lived over a thousand years, I would venture to guess that every person would take their own life. Isn’t that insane? Perhaps that is why we are bestowed with lives ranging from 60-110 years. Maybe anything more would be too difficult to bear.
We are weak creatures. I am not weak like everyone else! The young man cried. His life was going to somehow be different than anyone before him. He felt a little superiority when he said these things. He had an air of pomposity as he spoke. Of course, he was no better than any other person, he just had not realized it yet. In fact, he would one day realize he was actually worse than many.
Life circumstances may not always dictate who a person becomes, but they go a long way. Few people are amazing enough to not let the circumstances of life dictate who they will be. The young lad may have at one time been such an individual. But he gave up one day. He threw in the towel and screamed, I have had enough! Life is a beast. Every year that is added to us we realize exactly how disgusting life can be. The worship of youth, and the fall from that ideal deliver crushing blows. Age coupled with lack of time further coupled with the slow and painful destruction of the spirit combine to create a person who no longer craves that invisible goal that the were one day searching for. The young lad was misguided. He had no clue what it was he wanted, and when he got close to something, he realized it was something he never cared to have. In fact, it was something he feared greatly.
I am like them all! he admitted one day. It was not too hard for him to say. It was something that had been coming for months. He had prepared for it a while. He knew he would have to say it one day though. Each day before he spoke it the reality of it became apparent to him. He knew he would speak those words, and that others would make a bigger deal about it than it actually was.
I am like everybody else! He admitted. Nobody wanted to hear that. Maybe they were misguided themselves to think he was different. Maybe they never knew he would give in. He always said he would not. But his eyes were opened wide by the reality that his quest was always in vain. He could never hope to achieve that which no man in his position could achieve. He had his chance, wasted it, and now, aged and on the verge of natural death had no means to actually obtain it. And so what if he did? He was far too old to enjoy such things, best reserved to youth.
He let the dream die, and smiled. He smiled because he would soon be free (from law school), and he could do whatever he pleased with the rest of his fleeing life.
One day he was told that there comes a time when one stops dreaming and faces reality. What is this reality? he asked himself. He set in his mind that he would never give up dreaming, that he would never let go of striving to make his dreams come true. He assured himself that others may have given up with life so easily, but he would never do as others did. I am different! he told himself naively. I will always pursue my goals and dreams no matter what others may say. I am my own person! I am to be great!
Life has a funny way of chewing up and spitting out dreams. The young lad refused to let life’s trials pierce his resolve. Instead, the young lad pushed forward, all the while getting a little older, and a little weaker. You see, life sometimes delivers huge blows, such as a permanent disability or a prison sentence. Sometimes life rips a person apart in one move. However, it is often more subtle. Generally, life has a way of slowly tearing a person apart. It is almost invisible. Little things happen over the years as a person moves away from youth and closer to their end that dampens a person’s resolve.
As the trials of life pass, we find ourselves getting through them. However, at the same time we lament that that we did not do it differently. In hindsight we realize we would have done things differently if faced with the same obstacle. This is why people generally get out of ordeals more easily as they repeat. However, it’s that first sting that hurts the most. The pain from that first sting lasts the longest, and as such we tend to let its effects linger in our mind. We lament and feel angst each time the memory is rekindled.
So many obstacles present themselves in a person’s life. Each one breaks the spirit just a little more. We don’t realize it at first. Sometimes we fantasize that everything will be ideal. But more things happen. We grow tired of these trials. If we were to live forever every person’s spirit would be destroyed eventually. One day we would all give up with life. If people lived over a thousand years, I would venture to guess that every person would take their own life. Isn’t that insane? Perhaps that is why we are bestowed with lives ranging from 60-110 years. Maybe anything more would be too difficult to bear.
We are weak creatures. I am not weak like everyone else! The young man cried. His life was going to somehow be different than anyone before him. He felt a little superiority when he said these things. He had an air of pomposity as he spoke. Of course, he was no better than any other person, he just had not realized it yet. In fact, he would one day realize he was actually worse than many.
Life circumstances may not always dictate who a person becomes, but they go a long way. Few people are amazing enough to not let the circumstances of life dictate who they will be. The young lad may have at one time been such an individual. But he gave up one day. He threw in the towel and screamed, I have had enough! Life is a beast. Every year that is added to us we realize exactly how disgusting life can be. The worship of youth, and the fall from that ideal deliver crushing blows. Age coupled with lack of time further coupled with the slow and painful destruction of the spirit combine to create a person who no longer craves that invisible goal that the were one day searching for. The young lad was misguided. He had no clue what it was he wanted, and when he got close to something, he realized it was something he never cared to have. In fact, it was something he feared greatly.
I am like them all! he admitted one day. It was not too hard for him to say. It was something that had been coming for months. He had prepared for it a while. He knew he would have to say it one day though. Each day before he spoke it the reality of it became apparent to him. He knew he would speak those words, and that others would make a bigger deal about it than it actually was.
I am like everybody else! He admitted. Nobody wanted to hear that. Maybe they were misguided themselves to think he was different. Maybe they never knew he would give in. He always said he would not. But his eyes were opened wide by the reality that his quest was always in vain. He could never hope to achieve that which no man in his position could achieve. He had his chance, wasted it, and now, aged and on the verge of natural death had no means to actually obtain it. And so what if he did? He was far too old to enjoy such things, best reserved to youth.
He let the dream die, and smiled. He smiled because he would soon be free (from law school), and he could do whatever he pleased with the rest of his fleeing life.
Tuesday 6 December 2011
Food Stamp School of Law
I saw an interesting post on http://butidideverythingrightorsoithought.blogspot.com/:
The University of Georgia students have opened a food pantry. Don't believe me? Look!
http://www.npr.org/2011/10/20/141563700/university-of-georgia-students-open-food-pantry
Well, not to steal the other blog's thunder, but that reminded me of the predicament that I am in (you know, because I may have forgot). I am a law student, but not a rich one. I'm actually collecting food stamps as I go to law school. Why? Because I am poor. Many of my fellow students are wealthy, but I suppose not all are. I feel very out of place in those halls. In those classrooms. When I went a year ago I had this hope that I would be very wealthy one day, not have to rely on the government to feed me. Those dreams are dying though. Those days are almost gone.
I posted a letter from my grandparents a while back about how I should not lose sight of the dream, how I should never give up. They are still trying to get me to continue law school, and I have not replied back to them. I feel bad, but really don't know what to say. I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it. I have all this pressure riding on me to do well. My family honestly believes that I am going to be a rich lawyer. The reality is far from that. One day they will see that I am not (my grandparents might be dead by that time - so that may not matter).
On my facebook, which was deactivated shortly after this was posted: "oh (name) it is good to see you here again. Please don't let ever let your dreams die, you have come so far..... Don't know if you got my last letter but I hope you did. Please write me back, as always, I love hearing from you."
However, the rest of my family will be bewildered. They will say that I did something wrong. And you know what? I don't care. What do I care about, however, is that I was stupid enough to start. I didn't sit down and research it. I went into it balls out telling myself that it would save me and make me wealthy. When you are rock bottom you have delusions of grandeur. I can't stand hearing some of the people at my school, the 2Ls, talking about their bright futures. Are they lying to themselves? How can they be so smug? How can they smile? They have to know what hell it will be coming from a 2nd tier school. They are up against lawyers from tip top schools with a crapton of experience and connections. How can they expect to find a job? How can they have that silly grin on their face?
I don't know what I am going to tell my grandparents. I don't think I will say anything. I think that, honestly, once I find a way out, once I can survive on my own without these loans paying my rent, I am going to flee. I have not studied for my finals, which are in a few days. I don't care to. I know that I can't get anywhere near the top half of my class this semester. Why try? I just hope to pass. I tell myself that I can do better next semester. But does it matter? All the good ships have sailed and I am left with the crappy ones that are posted on http://www.shitlawjobs.com/. And I am going to have to fight, bone, tooth and nail for those jobs.
But as I mentioned to someone the other day: I do not plan on taking the bar. I will probably tell employers I started law school but did not finish, or I will go teach English outside the US, or I will do something else completely. There's a ton of non-law options. However, I blew a couple years of my life so far on this, and that angers me. However, I guess the best thing I can do now is to see it as a learning experience. A very expensive learning experience, but one none the less.
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This blog is the blog of a law student going to a second tier rated university in the Northeast. He is a tired student, who has been in college way too long. He has almost no real world work experience. He has come from a poor family. He once had big dreams for his life, but as he gets older he sees those dreams die. Such is life. It's a hard lesson, but one that must be learned.
One last dream for our writer: to escape law school.
The University of Georgia students have opened a food pantry. Don't believe me? Look!
http://www.npr.org/2011/10/20/141563700/university-of-georgia-students-open-food-pantry
Well, not to steal the other blog's thunder, but that reminded me of the predicament that I am in (you know, because I may have forgot). I am a law student, but not a rich one. I'm actually collecting food stamps as I go to law school. Why? Because I am poor. Many of my fellow students are wealthy, but I suppose not all are. I feel very out of place in those halls. In those classrooms. When I went a year ago I had this hope that I would be very wealthy one day, not have to rely on the government to feed me. Those dreams are dying though. Those days are almost gone.
I posted a letter from my grandparents a while back about how I should not lose sight of the dream, how I should never give up. They are still trying to get me to continue law school, and I have not replied back to them. I feel bad, but really don't know what to say. I don't want to talk about it. I don't want to think about it. I have all this pressure riding on me to do well. My family honestly believes that I am going to be a rich lawyer. The reality is far from that. One day they will see that I am not (my grandparents might be dead by that time - so that may not matter).
On my facebook, which was deactivated shortly after this was posted: "oh (name) it is good to see you here again. Please don't let ever let your dreams die, you have come so far..... Don't know if you got my last letter but I hope you did. Please write me back, as always, I love hearing from you."
However, the rest of my family will be bewildered. They will say that I did something wrong. And you know what? I don't care. What do I care about, however, is that I was stupid enough to start. I didn't sit down and research it. I went into it balls out telling myself that it would save me and make me wealthy. When you are rock bottom you have delusions of grandeur. I can't stand hearing some of the people at my school, the 2Ls, talking about their bright futures. Are they lying to themselves? How can they be so smug? How can they smile? They have to know what hell it will be coming from a 2nd tier school. They are up against lawyers from tip top schools with a crapton of experience and connections. How can they expect to find a job? How can they have that silly grin on their face?
I don't know what I am going to tell my grandparents. I don't think I will say anything. I think that, honestly, once I find a way out, once I can survive on my own without these loans paying my rent, I am going to flee. I have not studied for my finals, which are in a few days. I don't care to. I know that I can't get anywhere near the top half of my class this semester. Why try? I just hope to pass. I tell myself that I can do better next semester. But does it matter? All the good ships have sailed and I am left with the crappy ones that are posted on http://www.shitlawjobs.com/. And I am going to have to fight, bone, tooth and nail for those jobs.
But as I mentioned to someone the other day: I do not plan on taking the bar. I will probably tell employers I started law school but did not finish, or I will go teach English outside the US, or I will do something else completely. There's a ton of non-law options. However, I blew a couple years of my life so far on this, and that angers me. However, I guess the best thing I can do now is to see it as a learning experience. A very expensive learning experience, but one none the less.
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This blog is the blog of a law student going to a second tier rated university in the Northeast. He is a tired student, who has been in college way too long. He has almost no real world work experience. He has come from a poor family. He once had big dreams for his life, but as he gets older he sees those dreams die. Such is life. It's a hard lesson, but one that must be learned.
One last dream for our writer: to escape law school.
Too Many Lawyers in the Phone Book
When I was an undergraduate I knew this one girl-a family friend-who was planning on starting college. Of all things imaginable she wanted to be a lawyer. Imagine that huh? Well, I was considering going to law school to supplement my impending Bachelor of Arts degree and thought it would be interesting to see who would end up where. Now, I did not have much respect for this girl at the time. In fact, I doubted she would even go to college. However, she liked to talk big and oooh and awe everyone with her plans of being an attorney.
Well, one day when I was about to take the LSAT she informed me that she was no longer interested in being a lawyer.
"Why not?" I asked, confused at this change in events.
"Well, there are too many in the phone book," she said.
Of course, at the time I was floored by this comment. Like most things this woman said, I could not take it seriously. I wanted to roll around laughing at her. Furthermore, she was obsessed with CSI and like shows and informed me that she was going into "forensics" instead.
Fast forward a few years later. She dropped out of college after half a semester and just married a truck driver. The man owns his own business. She sets up his routes and he goes back and forth delivering vehicles cross country. They just bought a house together. He claims to make over $100,000 a year.
Where am I? 2L. And yes, she was right. There are way too many lawyers in the phone book.
Back in the day my family wanted to set me up to be a plumber's apprentice. I did not want to do such 'dirty work' and scowled at this. I wanted to be looked up to by society, not clean their toilets. However, one is not looked up to when they are unemployed. Plumbers make good money, and such a job is one I would have been smart to take. I could have still went to college had I the desire. I must say I am proud of the things I know due to college. My critical thinking skills are far beyond what they were out of high school. I even enjoy the thinking that I am forced to do with law school. However, there is thinking and there is doing. And I feel that I am in a scary place when it comes to the doing part.
Jobs like being a plumber or a truck driver have serious job security. The rich looks at them as 'jobs of the poor'. There is no elite plumber or truck driving schools. No billionaire brags that his son got into the Harvard of truck driving schools or the Princeton of plumbing. However, when it comes to law, the playing field is the field of the rich. If you are a poor student with no connections you are going to have a hell of a time getting into the legal profession. It's not an easy thing to break into. You may be intelligent with stellar grades, but you are still competing with little Henry, son of a Supreme Court Justice. You are competing with little Marsha, whose daddy paid for her LSAT tutoring course to get her into Columbia. You are competing with Ronald, whose lower Manhattan apartment is paid for by daddy. Father will also make sure Ronald has a job lined up afterwards, because he's either a partner at a huge firm, or his company has connections.
There will always be a need for plumbers as long as people poop. There will always be a need for deliveries. These jobs have security that the law does not have for the average person. Sure, there are slumps. However, if you are smart enough to get into law school, you can probably find your way into a good plumbing or truck driving gig. If you are devoted enough to jump through the law school hoops, I am sure you can get a good apprenticeship and eventually start your own business.
Truck driving and plumbing, like other similar fields, are not to be scowled at. There are many individuals making great money in these fields. Hell, you have a better chance of making good money if you go into either. Good luck with that sports law career or those space law jobs.
I wish I would have thought hard when she said "there's too many lawyers in the phone book." I should have picked one up and flipped through it. Hell, there's one on the cover, one on the spine, 2 on the inside flap, one on the rear cover. There's even an insert that pops out that has an attorney ad. She was right. There's way too many lawyers in the phone book.
Well, one day when I was about to take the LSAT she informed me that she was no longer interested in being a lawyer.
"Why not?" I asked, confused at this change in events.
"Well, there are too many in the phone book," she said.
Of course, at the time I was floored by this comment. Like most things this woman said, I could not take it seriously. I wanted to roll around laughing at her. Furthermore, she was obsessed with CSI and like shows and informed me that she was going into "forensics" instead.
Fast forward a few years later. She dropped out of college after half a semester and just married a truck driver. The man owns his own business. She sets up his routes and he goes back and forth delivering vehicles cross country. They just bought a house together. He claims to make over $100,000 a year.
Where am I? 2L. And yes, she was right. There are way too many lawyers in the phone book.
Back in the day my family wanted to set me up to be a plumber's apprentice. I did not want to do such 'dirty work' and scowled at this. I wanted to be looked up to by society, not clean their toilets. However, one is not looked up to when they are unemployed. Plumbers make good money, and such a job is one I would have been smart to take. I could have still went to college had I the desire. I must say I am proud of the things I know due to college. My critical thinking skills are far beyond what they were out of high school. I even enjoy the thinking that I am forced to do with law school. However, there is thinking and there is doing. And I feel that I am in a scary place when it comes to the doing part.
Jobs like being a plumber or a truck driver have serious job security. The rich looks at them as 'jobs of the poor'. There is no elite plumber or truck driving schools. No billionaire brags that his son got into the Harvard of truck driving schools or the Princeton of plumbing. However, when it comes to law, the playing field is the field of the rich. If you are a poor student with no connections you are going to have a hell of a time getting into the legal profession. It's not an easy thing to break into. You may be intelligent with stellar grades, but you are still competing with little Henry, son of a Supreme Court Justice. You are competing with little Marsha, whose daddy paid for her LSAT tutoring course to get her into Columbia. You are competing with Ronald, whose lower Manhattan apartment is paid for by daddy. Father will also make sure Ronald has a job lined up afterwards, because he's either a partner at a huge firm, or his company has connections.
There will always be a need for plumbers as long as people poop. There will always be a need for deliveries. These jobs have security that the law does not have for the average person. Sure, there are slumps. However, if you are smart enough to get into law school, you can probably find your way into a good plumbing or truck driving gig. If you are devoted enough to jump through the law school hoops, I am sure you can get a good apprenticeship and eventually start your own business.
Truck driving and plumbing, like other similar fields, are not to be scowled at. There are many individuals making great money in these fields. Hell, you have a better chance of making good money if you go into either. Good luck with that sports law career or those space law jobs.
I wish I would have thought hard when she said "there's too many lawyers in the phone book." I should have picked one up and flipped through it. Hell, there's one on the cover, one on the spine, 2 on the inside flap, one on the rear cover. There's even an insert that pops out that has an attorney ad. She was right. There's way too many lawyers in the phone book.
Thursday 1 December 2011
The difference between a T4 and a T1/T2
What is the difference between a 4th tier and a 1st tier law school? Better employment prospects? I kind of doubt it. It seems to me that people at all the schools are out of luck when it comes to getting jobs.
What are the real differences between a first tier and fourth tier law school?
Prettier Buildings
First tier schools generally have some really good looking buildings. In fact, many of the first tier schools are older schools and it shows in the architecture. Now, this is not always the case, but as you get up in the rankings you'll notice that the buildings get pretty nice. Of course this has nothing to do with what you'll earn or if you'll find a job.
Smarter more distinguished professors
They may not be better paid (fourth tier school professors bring in a lot of money as well), but they have probably wrote more articles and they may have even served as a bona-fide judge! First tier schools seem to have professors who know everything, well, except for how to get a job coming from their school.
Better Lunch Options
Many of the first tier schools are a part of a university, which means that there are many businesses nearby that cater to the students. Also, large universities tend to have many dining options right on site. A stand alone fourth tier school or lesser known school may not have the meals that stack up to the first tier. However, none of this will have anything to do with finding a job. Well, I guess you could invite the law firm recruiter to have lunch with you at your school...
"More" Ladies.
Saying "I go to (well known state school)" vs. "I go to bob's tier four law school" gets you way more women. And there are many more women of all shapes and sizes on a big university campus. Of course, this has little to do with finding a job as well, because, in the end, having a woman costs money, and law school doesn't guarantee that - not even a tier 1.
More Trees
There's generally a lot of trees on those big sprawling tier 1 campuses. And horny law students who are too busy getting any will see all sorts of crazy stuff when they walk by them. Fourth tier schools have some trees, but generally not nearly as many.
Conclusion
So what is the same about a T4 and a T1? The job prospects are almost the same. So are the huge costs. Some 4th tier schools try to charge more money than 1st tier schools, but when people are walking down the aisle at graduation from either school they are shaking in fear. That first tier school diploma may look better on your wall than the fourth tier diploma, but really, it doesn't make as much difference as one would think. Sallie Mae doesn't care, she just wants her money. And there are barely enough jobs for people in the top 14 schools and people with strong connections. What's left over may go to the top 3% on law review with strokes of wild luck. And many of those poor fools will end up offing themselves because of job dissatisfaction.
So, if you value nicer buildings, more diverse women of all shapes and sizes, professors who wrote more books, and more lunch options, then please, choose the first tier school. IF HOWEVER YOU WANT AN ACTUAL JOB THINK THRICE ABOUT GOING IN THE FIRST PLACE!
What are the real differences between a first tier and fourth tier law school?
Prettier Buildings
Better Lunch Options
Many of the first tier schools are a part of a university, which means that there are many businesses nearby that cater to the students. Also, large universities tend to have many dining options right on site. A stand alone fourth tier school or lesser known school may not have the meals that stack up to the first tier. However, none of this will have anything to do with finding a job. Well, I guess you could invite the law firm recruiter to have lunch with you at your school...
"More" Ladies.
Saying "I go to (well known state school)" vs. "I go to bob's tier four law school" gets you way more women. And there are many more women of all shapes and sizes on a big university campus. Of course, this has little to do with finding a job as well, because, in the end, having a woman costs money, and law school doesn't guarantee that - not even a tier 1.
More Trees
There's generally a lot of trees on those big sprawling tier 1 campuses. And horny law students who are too busy getting any will see all sorts of crazy stuff when they walk by them. Fourth tier schools have some trees, but generally not nearly as many.
Conclusion
So what is the same about a T4 and a T1? The job prospects are almost the same. So are the huge costs. Some 4th tier schools try to charge more money than 1st tier schools, but when people are walking down the aisle at graduation from either school they are shaking in fear. That first tier school diploma may look better on your wall than the fourth tier diploma, but really, it doesn't make as much difference as one would think. Sallie Mae doesn't care, she just wants her money. And there are barely enough jobs for people in the top 14 schools and people with strong connections. What's left over may go to the top 3% on law review with strokes of wild luck. And many of those poor fools will end up offing themselves because of job dissatisfaction.
So, if you value nicer buildings, more diverse women of all shapes and sizes, professors who wrote more books, and more lunch options, then please, choose the first tier school. IF HOWEVER YOU WANT AN ACTUAL JOB THINK THRICE ABOUT GOING IN THE FIRST PLACE!
My daddy is a lawyer... and my mommy a prostitute!
It's amazing how many people have lawyers for daddies. I didn't think it would be so common, as after working a couple of internships I ask myself if I really want to do law. However, there's a ton of people at my school with lawyers for fathers (and mothers). Now, I imagine not every one of those sons and daughters of lawyers will get a job, but it is kind of scary when I realize I have no lawyers in the family. I'd be the first, if I become one.
I wonder if schools give a boost to a child who states that his or her parent is a lawyer. After all, that individual will have a better chance of getting a job most likely, which will boost the school's rating. I don't know if this has been something that has been researched, but it would be interesting to find out. Of course, the schools try so hard to not let the students and prospective applicants privy to this information. However, there's ways of finding things out. A rogue admissions officer, an evil ex dean, an ex professor who was on the admissions committee gone evil. These people are hard to find. Many have offed themselves no doubt. Others lay low, hoping nobody will ever find out about their sordid past.
I realize that even though a father may be a lawyer, it does not guarantee that student a job. Daddy may have not the needed power at the firm to allow his son or daughter to suck the firm's teat. In fact, he may be just a intern himself, having never found a paid gig. In fact, Daddy may be working pro bono because he never ever was able to find a paid job. Of course, this will not put food on the family table, so mother picks up a few hours as a prostitute on the side, or pole dances, or maybe just does a truck stop lap dance for some extra money. It pays the bills at least, and there are low barriers to entry. In fact, one does not need to take out loans, apply for grants, scholarships, or worry that they will be able to pay back Sallie Mae. In fact, after hours of research I can pretty much say with a 0% margin of error that there are no student loans available for prostitution! Isn't that great?
Of course, there are things that a working woman may want to buy, such as those platform shoes that guys seem to love, some silky leggings (crotchless: my favorite), or nipple tassels. I have always, myself, liked to see the nipples, so the tassels would not do it for me, but that's another story.
However, mother could still buy those items, after a bit of work. One thing that I have learned from undergrad business courses is that some business necessities may come after starting the business and bringing in some money. Of course, it's hard to start a law firm with $200k of debt, so maybe mother could use her earnings to become a venture capitalist.
Of course, I don't know of anyone who would bring up such an idea to their mother. I can imagine the looks of horror on her face, and her voice growing low, with father breathing into the other phone line, hoping nobody can hear him listening in, as mother says: "don't all lawyers make $100,000 a year minimum? Your law school packet they sent states that 98% of students get jobs, and the average is $160,000."
Of course, father is still breathing like crazy in the opposite line, wanting to...
You know what, I think I've said enough.
I wonder if schools give a boost to a child who states that his or her parent is a lawyer. After all, that individual will have a better chance of getting a job most likely, which will boost the school's rating. I don't know if this has been something that has been researched, but it would be interesting to find out. Of course, the schools try so hard to not let the students and prospective applicants privy to this information. However, there's ways of finding things out. A rogue admissions officer, an evil ex dean, an ex professor who was on the admissions committee gone evil. These people are hard to find. Many have offed themselves no doubt. Others lay low, hoping nobody will ever find out about their sordid past.
I realize that even though a father may be a lawyer, it does not guarantee that student a job. Daddy may have not the needed power at the firm to allow his son or daughter to suck the firm's teat. In fact, he may be just a intern himself, having never found a paid gig. In fact, Daddy may be working pro bono because he never ever was able to find a paid job. Of course, this will not put food on the family table, so mother picks up a few hours as a prostitute on the side, or pole dances, or maybe just does a truck stop lap dance for some extra money. It pays the bills at least, and there are low barriers to entry. In fact, one does not need to take out loans, apply for grants, scholarships, or worry that they will be able to pay back Sallie Mae. In fact, after hours of research I can pretty much say with a 0% margin of error that there are no student loans available for prostitution! Isn't that great?
Of course, there are things that a working woman may want to buy, such as those platform shoes that guys seem to love, some silky leggings (crotchless: my favorite), or nipple tassels. I have always, myself, liked to see the nipples, so the tassels would not do it for me, but that's another story.
Of course, I don't know of anyone who would bring up such an idea to their mother. I can imagine the looks of horror on her face, and her voice growing low, with father breathing into the other phone line, hoping nobody can hear him listening in, as mother says: "don't all lawyers make $100,000 a year minimum? Your law school packet they sent states that 98% of students get jobs, and the average is $160,000."
Of course, father is still breathing like crazy in the opposite line, wanting to...
You know what, I think I've said enough.
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