You're going to law school?!

Kids,

The question of the week has been "you're going to law school?!" Everybody gives me these weird sideways glances and I can see the wheels turning. Twenty four year old restaurant manager with short attention span, short temper, short height... Basically short. You're going to law school?

The simple answer to this question is, no. To elaborate, not yet. Maybe not ever. But dammit, I'm gonna try.

And here's why:

In talking to the various people in my life about all the "CHANGE" I have going on, I realized that I'm moving forward, but maybe not quite fast enough... I've gotten a new, more promising job. I've gotten a new apartment where I am free to do just whatever I want whenever I want and wearing as little, or as much, clothing as my little heart desires (sorry, kids).

But come on, I'm twenty four. Not quite greying yet, but it's coming up. My life is moving so quickly. Even when I'm at work, the hours are zooming by. And I've realized that I can't keep waiting for things. I can't keep waiting for the opportunity to meet my children's future father or the opportunity to get a job that I want to work permanently.

I was talking with Anthony the other day and he asked (about restaurant management), "Is this what you want to do for the rest of your life?" And I said, "No." And we both knew I meant it and that I had never intended on doing it forever. And I've said it before. But as I looked down the track, that's where I'm headed. I'm headed to a better management job, but still a management job. And I know a lot of people who are really frickin' good restaurant managers. But I'm not. I'm good enough, but I don't know that I'll ever be great.

As I talked with Caroline, I threw out the obvious, "Maybe I need to go back to school."

"Yeah," she agreed. "Why don't you just get your J.D.? You've been talking about it forever."

And I have been talking about it forever. I mean, at least ten years. When I was in middle school, I used to tell my father that one day I was going to be a doctor, lawyer, and photographer. And right now I'm not any of those things. And not only that, but I haven't tried in earnest to achieve any of these goals.

So I'm gonna try. And if it doesn't work out, at least I can say that I gave it my best.

So here I am, in the world's noisiest coffee shop, trying to study. And by trying to study, I mean studying a few pages and then taking breaks to blog, to write thank you letters on my brand new Vera Wang stationery (your mom loves nice things, kids), or to bemoan how loud the coffee shop is on facebook/blogger.

By the by, I've only given myself one month to study for the LSAT, and it's recommended by the Internet sources I've accessed that each person give him or her self at least two months and up to four.

So, if you're reading this and your mother is an attorney at law, you can be awfully proud of her for doing such a good job cramming for her LSAT and making it through law school. If you're reading this and she isn't an attorney at law, she's probably doing just fine anyway.