And this is how sexually-repressed, uber-religious people become the ones that actually have the biggest freak flags to fly once they’re behind closed doors.
If money is a big enough motivating factor for you, you can definitely get the grades necessary to land the six-figure salary, Big Law job right out the gate, then more power to you. I suppose by “superficial” I meant more than if your reasons for wanting to go to law school aren’t truly ingrained in you and you use some weak reasoning like, “Well I’m good at arguing,” then you’re not going to have a good time. Your purpose for going to law school should be your safety net to catch you and keep your head above water when things inevitably get rough. If you purpose is weak or thin, you’ll fall right through and ask yourself what you’re even doing there in the first place. That’s more what I meant.
Don’t forget Public Service Loan Forgiveness. 10 years of working in government or a qualifying non-profit (501(c)(3) usually) making minimum, income-based payments and your debt is wiped away. Granted, that’s only for Department of Education loans, not private ones like Sallie Mae, etc., but it’s still a good option. I’m about 15 months in working as an attorney in a state agency so only 105ish payments to go…
Bingo. You need to have a reason to go other than, “I just want to be a lawyer.” You don’t need to know exactly what kind of law you want to practice (I didn’t my 1L year), but as long as you have some kind of purpose behind exactly why you’re there in the first place, it makes things much easier during those dark days of studying and bar prep. It could be that you genuinely just want to help people, maybe you have a particular cause you want to champion, maybe you just want the big paycheck. Doesn’t matter. If you only have superficial reasons for going to law school, you’ll find yourself slacking off and not caring as much as you should and you’ll end up being the person your classmates ask, “What happened to [blank]?” when you don’t come back for your second year.
I’m honestly just impressed that they were able to dance around saying Girl’s name without it sounding so obvious. The finale of this series (hopefully never) has to be the reveal of Girl’s name.
John Bradley-West (Sam) was on Facebook Live yesterday answering questions and he said the shit in the bedpans was wet fruitcake. Just in case anyone had any real desire to know what it was.
No matter what other issues I have going on in life, there are few things more calming than opening the fridge the first time after a grocery trip and seeing it stocked with things I want to eat. The rest of life may have problems, but I’ve got my shit together on this level at least.
Aaaaaabsolutely. The one on Magazine St. preferably, avoid the Canal St. one. Bananas foster pancakes will make any human rise from the dead of a Bourbon St. hangover.
To quote Jon Stewart’s legendary rant on Chicago pizza: “Deep dish pizza is not only not better than New York pizza, it’s not pizza. It’s a fucking cassarole . . . . This is not pizza, this is tomato soup in a bread bowl . . . . You know how I know I’m right? You call it Chicago-style pizza, deep dish pizza, stuffed pizza. You know what we call our pizza? Pizza.”
Son of a BITCH I ran out of K-cups at home and the office coffee machine is probably older than 26-year old me. Pour a tall one out for me, family, looks like I’ll be shaking and having a headache all morning from withdrawal until I can snag a Mickie D’s coffee at lunch.
While I do love John Oliver, he doesn’t do my Sunday Scaries any favors. I always like to end my Sundays watching Last Week Tonight with a glass of wine and then I proceed to lay in bed for the next hour staring at the ceiling and pondering the great course of our country and how we’re all simultaneously fucked and going to be okay in the end.
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And this is how sexually-repressed, uber-religious people become the ones that actually have the biggest freak flags to fly once they’re behind closed doors.
Any suggestions for a tiny credit union member who doesn’t have access to Zelle? Am I just stuck with Venmo for the time being?
If money is a big enough motivating factor for you, you can definitely get the grades necessary to land the six-figure salary, Big Law job right out the gate, then more power to you. I suppose by “superficial” I meant more than if your reasons for wanting to go to law school aren’t truly ingrained in you and you use some weak reasoning like, “Well I’m good at arguing,” then you’re not going to have a good time. Your purpose for going to law school should be your safety net to catch you and keep your head above water when things inevitably get rough. If you purpose is weak or thin, you’ll fall right through and ask yourself what you’re even doing there in the first place. That’s more what I meant.
Don’t forget Public Service Loan Forgiveness. 10 years of working in government or a qualifying non-profit (501(c)(3) usually) making minimum, income-based payments and your debt is wiped away. Granted, that’s only for Department of Education loans, not private ones like Sallie Mae, etc., but it’s still a good option. I’m about 15 months in working as an attorney in a state agency so only 105ish payments to go…
Bingo. You need to have a reason to go other than, “I just want to be a lawyer.” You don’t need to know exactly what kind of law you want to practice (I didn’t my 1L year), but as long as you have some kind of purpose behind exactly why you’re there in the first place, it makes things much easier during those dark days of studying and bar prep. It could be that you genuinely just want to help people, maybe you have a particular cause you want to champion, maybe you just want the big paycheck. Doesn’t matter. If you only have superficial reasons for going to law school, you’ll find yourself slacking off and not caring as much as you should and you’ll end up being the person your classmates ask, “What happened to [blank]?” when you don’t come back for your second year.
We all need to be more like Vacation Will
An upward head nod and a “Sup?” as you scan in are really all that’s ever necessary in terms of front desk interaction at the gym.
Except for the age of consent.
I’m honestly just impressed that they were able to dance around saying Girl’s name without it sounding so obvious. The finale of this series (hopefully never) has to be the reveal of Girl’s name.
John Bradley-West (Sam) was on Facebook Live yesterday answering questions and he said the shit in the bedpans was wet fruitcake. Just in case anyone had any real desire to know what it was.
Woah, look at this guy without five or six figures of debt. Life sure must be tough actually having equity in your portfolio, huh?
No matter what other issues I have going on in life, there are few things more calming than opening the fridge the first time after a grocery trip and seeing it stocked with things I want to eat. The rest of life may have problems, but I’ve got my shit together on this level at least.
All I could think about this whole story was Chris D’Elia’s legendary drunk girl stand up.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SJWl89BURS0
Aaaaaabsolutely. The one on Magazine St. preferably, avoid the Canal St. one. Bananas foster pancakes will make any human rise from the dead of a Bourbon St. hangover.
SHE CAN’T KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT
To quote Jon Stewart’s legendary rant on Chicago pizza: “Deep dish pizza is not only not better than New York pizza, it’s not pizza. It’s a fucking cassarole . . . . This is not pizza, this is tomato soup in a bread bowl . . . . You know how I know I’m right? You call it Chicago-style pizza, deep dish pizza, stuffed pizza. You know what we call our pizza? Pizza.”
http://www.cc.com/video-clips/8o83j9/the-daily-show-with-jon-stewart-tower-record
Part 500? Shit that’s some long foreplay.
Son of a BITCH I ran out of K-cups at home and the office coffee machine is probably older than 26-year old me. Pour a tall one out for me, family, looks like I’ll be shaking and having a headache all morning from withdrawal until I can snag a Mickie D’s coffee at lunch.
The sweetest follow through the Lord ever did make right there.
While I do love John Oliver, he doesn’t do my Sunday Scaries any favors. I always like to end my Sundays watching Last Week Tonight with a glass of wine and then I proceed to lay in bed for the next hour staring at the ceiling and pondering the great course of our country and how we’re all simultaneously fucked and going to be okay in the end.
Thank God he’s back.