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is it too early to drink myself into a ‘first day back to law school’ coma
“Go The Distance” from Hercules is the Winter 2k18 mood
When you get back the last bit of your grades.
Sending my resume around like
i love seeing the universal misery going on across my dash tonight and the last week about everyone dying studying for/taking their evidence final
makes me feel better about my constant and crippling agony toward my evidence final that’s tomorrow morning
i’m actually dying on the inside but i’m so tired i don’t even care anymore
K, so sit down and let me tell you about the question I got in an interview a few days back. I’m in the interview. I KNOW they want me to work for them, so I’m feeling pretty good. I don’t really want this job, but it would be nice to get it and have something in my pocket in case I don’t get any of the others I’ve interviewed for. I’m chatting with two of the partners, havin’ a yarn. They’re asking questions and telling stories and I’m doing the same... AND THEN one partner says: “You mentioned your fiance is back in <province>, how will this affect your ability to work with us?” AND I AM SHOOK. The first thing that goes through my head is “how do my fiance’s whereabouts affect my ability to do my job?” but I reel myself in and answer the question:
“Well, he’s also from here, so he plans on coming back after he’s finished his degree” And the interview goes on. They’re showing me around the office, showing me where my office will be, etc. But I still can’t get that question out of my head. It’s ridiculous. It's sexist. It’s absolute madness that any partner would actually formulate that sentence and ask it. I’m talking to my friends and some say that maybe it was meant innocently, maybe the partner meant to ask about my future plans - but that's not what they asked. They didn’t ask me “You mentioned for fiance is back in <province>, do you have any plans to return there?” They asked whether my fiance being in a different province would hinder my ability to do what I’ve gone to school for 7 years to do.
I got an offer. I will not be accepting it. I answered the question with grace and dignity, but I was RAGING on the inside. A firm that would question my abilities because of my fiance’s whereabouts is not a place I want to be, no matter how badly I need a job. This has been a very angry PSA.
This is so important, people. Depression is terrible. Its made that much worse when you come to law school and every thing you don’t understand, every position you don’t get, every class that frustrates you feels like a failure. I’m sure there are some graduates who have had this same experience or may still be living this (hello, friends, I got you. *finger guns*).
Your mental health is SO IMPORTANT. My entire 1L year was a battle to keep going day after day after day. Hell, my 2L year is STILL a battle. When I got my marks back I sobbed because I didn’t do as well as my classmates and friends. I felt angry and cheated and, above all, like I was worthless.
But I’m NOT worthless, just like YOU aren’t worthless. You matter so much. Your experiences in law school are designed to beat you down, and it gets so hard to stand back up; but law. school. will. not. end. you.
You got here though your grit and determination and hard work. It feels like hell, like you’re stuck in a burning room with no windows or doors but, god damn it, you matter. Your life matters. Your mental health matters.
Real lawblrs are a cynical bunch, and I love that about us; but we’re also here for each other. If you're struggling, if you feel like you’re never going to be good enough, I promise that you’re good enough RIGHT THIS SECOND. Law school doesn’t define you. YOU define you. And you’re a fucking nebula; you might be collapsing right now, but thats how stars are born.
http://abovethelaw.com/2017/08/depression-in-law-school-what-your-friends-are-struggling-with-but-wont-tell-you-about/
Finals in 8 Acts
Fuck you 2hell... fuck you.