To all of my new followers- Hi and thanks for following me! My name is K and I’m a rising 3L in law school. You’ve followed me for a few reasons: 1. You’ve gotten into law school and you want to see what it’s really like; 2. You’re interested in going to law school and you want to see if it’s really for you; or 3. I followed you first and you followed me back to be polite. Either way, thanks!
In order to find my blog as funny/inspiring as I do, I should probably explain my story: When I got into law school, at first I was afraid, I was petrified. I had to move over 300 miles away from all of my friends to a whole new geographic area. What if people made fun of my (lack of) accent? What if I couldn’t find a job? What if I wanted to go home for some random reason? Holidays? Winter break? WHAT WAS A GIRL SUPPOSED TO DO?!
Actually, let’s flash back to my senior year in college! Picture it: Fall 2012, Boston Massachusetts. I’m a 21 year old political science major splitting my time between my work study, internship, part time job, LSAT studying, and writing my thesis. I hated studying for the LSATs, I was horrible at the logic games. Games? You call that a game? If it’s a game, then where were the cheat codes? Where can I enter rosebud;!;!?
Anyways, I sat for the exam, took it, had a mini-breakdown, and sent in my applications. I’d like to say that I promptly forgot about my applications and instead focused on finishing my thesis/college, but who am I kidding? I checked the status of my apps every day and knew every update. I felt like that song by the Police was constantly in my head, “Every step you take, every move you make… I’ll be watching you.”
About three/four/five months later I got my first rejection letter which I promptly set on fire and flushed away. Then I got my second, and my third, fourth, fifth and a waitlist. I’ve never felt so discouraged and stupid in my entire life. Put it this way, I was always known as the smart friend, smart cousin, smart daughter (my sister excelled at social activities), smart whatever, and suddenly I wasn’t that anymore. That feeling lasted until I was offered a spot at my current law school. YES! I was back on the top of the world, on top of all the plebeians, where I belonged!
Getting accepted to law school was the motivation I needed to finish out my senior year; I received governmental honors after defending my thesis, admitted to two honor societies, and graduated with a 3.79. Two months after graduation, I packed up all of my stuff and moved to my new home!
I recently read this quote about law school that I thought was extremely accurate: “Law school is like being hit by a car and then dragged down the street for three years.” It felt like exactly like that- but make that street covered in thumbtacks and rubbing alcohol.
I’ll update again in a few days with a recap of my 1L year and how I had the breakdown to end all breakdowns. For now, leave some comments about specific questions you have for me to answer in my next post! How excited are soon-to-be 1Ls about law school? Anything you’re nervous about?