When you’re 22, the idea of going to law school and delaying adulthood for 3 years is brillant

I mean. You’re kind of entering adulthood with the whole path-to-the-“prestigious”-career things. But really, really, its 3 more years of binge drinking (although better timed) in nicer bars with nicer apartments while straddling the line between poverty and “omg look at all this money the government gave me!” Because you’re 22. and the fact that your $8 vodka tonic is accruing 8% interest from the second the government gave you this monopoly doesn’t cross your mind.

And so you live your life. Growing into an intellectual (or at least kinda). Learning about the law, your self, and how the real world functions. But you’re learning how the real world functions within the confines of a law school education.

And here’s something they don’t tell you in law school kids! (allow me to save you $100k): The real world functions in no way shape or form how law school paints it. The real world is the real world and law school is fantasy land.

So then. You graduate. You’ve got this fancy diploma. And you’re more educated than you or most anybody should be. And everyones so proud. But you’re not proud of yourself because, um, what exactly in the fuckity fuck did law school teach me?

How to effectively execute a work life balance? Not a fucking chance.

How to build meaningful relationships with people that aren’t based on “networking” (THIS IS THE WORST.WORST. WORD EVER)? Nope. just keep repeating networking to yourself till you believe its the panacea of the world.

How to effectively market you 100 thousand piece of paper into a lucrative career in the face of a profession which is actively losing thousands of jobs every year? HAHAHA you so funny.

Ok so here’s the point i was getting to:

I’m 25. I have no idea what sort of career i want, how to figure out what i want, and how to get there when i do.

Now, i realize this isn’t entirely law schools fault, but those 3 years in pretend land have pretty much left me back at the age of 22.

And so I have this boyfriend who is an actual real life adult, even if he refuses to admit it. And he wants to do adult things like plan vacations.

And I am a 25 year old trapped in a 22 year olds body making $10 an hour and I am freaking out because there is just really no way to effectively explain this to him without sounding like, well, a 25 year old trapped in a 22 year olds body.

He has a good job. he has 5 years of work history. he has a career.

I have an several official looking pieces of paper. zero work history. and what i’m willing to enter into the worst-job-in-job-history contest. (which isn’t even permanent, to add insult to injury)

And so when he wants to do things like plan a vacation. or anything more than say, oh, a week away, I start to have mini break downs. Because my life is not adjusted for these things yet. I am not equipped. Because vacations are not in the cards for kids making just above minimum wage with zero job security.

and i feel like dead weigh in the relationship because I am constantly in a state of limbo.

waiting for graduation. waiting for the bar. waiting for bar results. waiting for that first job. waiting for a decent job. waiting to figure myself out.

I live a life with zero stability, while attached to a man with total stability. And the mechanics of the whole thing just really makes my head hurt.

EPILOGUE:

If I was someone who used four sqaure

My day would consist of lesbian bar USA.

And this is a fucking great day.

Oh. Also. I got fired today.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1876032&forum_id=2#19978123)

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(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1876032&forum_id=2#19978168)

International Law

University of Illinois at Urbana-Champaign

2008 · Political science · Psychology

Um...prefstigious?

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1876032&forum_id=2#19978182)