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Friday, February 22, 2013

Opinions are like assholes

As I regularly get emails on the subject of "should I go to law school" and "should I have a baby in law school," I'm going to cite stuff I've previously written on the topics, since you've come here looking for my opinion:

Should I go to law school?  See: "Q&A with Moi," "Q and A with the Small Town Baby Lawyer from a Mediocre Law School," "So You Want to Be a Lawyer."

Should I have a baby in law school?  See: "Ask a MILS," "The Comment Box."

See also:  "Getting to Now" (up to 2009, between getting bar results and being sworn in), "Ask a Mom in Law School: Balancing Schedules and Interviewing," "Finding Satisfaction," and, for what it's worth, "Bar Exam Advice." 

In summary, do some due dilligence before you run off to take on 6-figure debt to go to law school.  Make sure it's what you really want, that you understand what it really is to be a lawyer, and that you want it based on good reasons, because there's no going back once you've done it.  Do a proper cost-benefit analysis, and look at it objectively, outside of the emotion of what you want to do with your life ("I just really really really want to go!"), the "sexiness" of the job (law is not sexy like Bobby Donnell, I promise), or like me, the hubris of being the "attorney" rather than the "paralegal" or "secretary."  There's no "undo."

I will never *seriously* tell someone NOT to go to law school, if they've really thought these things through.  (Although my standard advice is always to go running screaming away before even taking the LSAT.)  Law school is awful; if you enjoy it, there's probably something wrong with you and you need medication.  The practice of law is often quite awful.  It's mostly dull, tedious and people are assholes, both clients and opposing counsel, and many times the judges too.  But it can be very rewarding.  It can be exciting.  It can even be financially worthwhile.  It isn't likely to have all of those things though, it's much more likely you'll work really hard, long hours for not much payoff.  Understand that.  Accept that.  Assume it will be your life.  Assume that you won't even have a job, and you'll have to hang a shingle to be a lawyer, right out of law school.  If you understand your limitations and can live with that, and still want to do it, go for it.  Maybe you'll do better than most.

Also, before you commit, experience it for yourself.  Go work at a law firm.  Experience it firsthand.  Know exactly what you're getting into.  I promise, it's still hard, even if you go in with eyes wide open.  The unexpected still happens.  It's not a good job market.  You have to carve out your own career, and that takes time and dilligence.  I am getting to the point where I like where I've ended up, and this week has been a big one for accomplishments, but if I had it to do over again, I would have made different choices. 

But don't just listen to me, or Prof. Campos, and definitely do not listen to professional douchebags who went to douchy law schools and then never actually practiced law.  You have to make your own choices, and probably your own mistakes. 

Finally, if you've already made your bed...  If you're in law school, and are now wanting to breed, just understand what a bad pregnancy and/or a medically-fragile infant will mean for your finances if you do it in law school and have to withdraw for a semester or a year.  It's a sad possibility that can easily derail your entire life.  Be prepared for the worst, be happy when the best happens instead. 

Good luck.  You'll need it.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

MILP Roundup #291

The Weekly MILP (Moms In the Legal Profession) Roundup is hosted on a rotating basis at the Butterflyfish, Ptlawmom, Attorney Work Product, Attorney at Large, Today & Tomorrow, Magic Cookie, and Reluctant Grownup blogs and is usually posted no later than Monday.

For this Valentine's Day, here's to love, loss and remembrance...

LL and CM love their little Valentines.

Dinei gets no cookie love when her cookie monster is around.

Frenchie loves and wars.

But I Do Have a Law Degree gives feminism some love.

Attorney at Large doesn't love her school.

Googiebaba doesn't love Tony Robbins.

Butterflyfish once was in law school with a baby, and wrote about it.  (Funny to go back and read my advice from 3 years ago... I reserve the right to now change my comment to "You're going to law school?!?! Are you insane?!?!")

RG also reprises an old blog.

Izzie needs some love after disappointment.

LC's sleepy town is hit with gun violence. (As though we haven't had enough lately.)

Grace loves those who were lost.

If you would like to have your blog added to the MILP blogroll for weekly review or would like them to consider a specific post, drop the hostess(es) an email or leave a comment at their respective sites.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013


Taking a brief mental health break to update the blog.  I've been working hard, and you all know how I feel about hard work. 

Managing the students, working on an event, ugh.  Plus, with Husband's schedule, I have had more than enough quality time with the children.  Particularly with the angry, beastly toddler. 

(Actually, this is her happy.  It's so hard to tell.)

In addition to being up to my ears in paperwork, people irritating me, and little people screaming at me, I've been spending my time being crafty.  I finally took my new sewing machine out of the box and used it for the first time this week.  I'm working on a bustle (that I had planned to make last year for Dragon*Con for the Steampunk ball, but I ran out of time to do the sewing by hand). 

I haven't used a sewing machine since I was a kid.  I am surprised that I remembered so much, maybe stuff my grandmother taught me sunk in afterall.  She did all kinds of sewing, crafty things.  But I was never very impressed with it, mostly because she did boring stuff.  Like, sewing her own granny bras.  I remember thinking, why would you sew a bra, why wouldn't you just buy one?  I wanted to make stuff you couldn't just buy at the store.  But I was much too lazy to learn to do the simple things first, so I could get to the more intricate.  Anyway, it was hard to learn from her, because it wasn't like she'd taken proper lessons herself.  She eyeballed a lot of stuff, made her own patterns, didn't know what things were necessarily called, she just did them.  Hard to learn that way.  And I guess I do the same thing myself now.  Improvise.  Eyeball it.  Make my own patterns.  Simple stuff anyway.  I'm not sewing any large Victorian gowns or anything, but I can sew lace onto a piece of material to make it into a bustle.  See?  Maybe I wouldn't be a total failure to my grandmother. 

 My new toy.

Mouse ears for ballet

Cora's ballet class is doing excerpts from Nutcracker.  The littles are mice, the older kids are soldiers.  So, I've made mouse ears (sewn by hand) and two tulle skirts (those don't require sewing). 

So, that's what I've been up to.  Feeling restless.  Looking for meaning and fulfillment in these little things.  Still kind of bored, even though I'm really busy.  Tired.  Kind of blah.  Winter doesn't help either.  I hate cold weather and snow, and we had both last week.  Today it's sunny and tomorrow it will be in the 50s and sunny, good for our children's advocacy day at the capitol.  And I'll be glad when that's done, because it's one less thing to worry about.