Remember earlier how I said that Chris and Christina can't post pictures of their little boy until the courts made it official? Well, it's official!!!! They should be getting Aidan Christopher Dinkeneh sometime in February! Congrats again!
I'm back in South Bend (*tear*) to write a 30-page student note for my law journal (yikes!), and I have to say that for once, I'm not entirely sad to see Christmas go. This Christmas seemed to be one disaster after another - I left my purse on the plane on the flight from Chicago to Sioux Falls, SD (where there are 3 times as many slot machines in the airport as there are arrival/departure information screens). My hard drive crashed on Christmas day and is donefer, and I had to get my glasses replaced because they got lost during finals.
The good news, however, is that after a 4 hour drive to Colorado Springs (a gorgeous mountain town which also happens to have less than 5% registered Democrats amidst the population), I got my purse back. Also, I just took my computer in to be fixed, and although I'm going to lose all of my files and data, it's still covered under warranty. And my mom and I found the cheapest place ever to get glasses and so for a third the price of my original pair, I got two new pairs. So all the crises were handled and are (more or less) over. Now I've just gotta write this darned paper - bleh.
T-16 minutes till my final starts. I'm sitting in the library and dancing to Cab Calloway's "I Wanna Be Rich." Am I sweating the final? Nope! Am I freaking out cuz I finished my outline at 7 am and haven't reread it? Nope! I'm dancing in my seat while Lynn tells me I'm crazy and listening to the song that's been going through my head all morning, that apparently NO ONE has ever heard of before.
I think it could be that I'm only going on 4 hours of sleep and my body is going into its hyperactive phase. That, or I've officially gone off the deep end. Whatev. At least there's good 80s music on the other side of the deep end.
Back in the day, I predicted it*, and apparently the Des Moines Register agrees with me.
*I have since changed my mind on the overall election outcome. I have more faith in Hillary, but I think it'll be close.
From a conversation we just had about Business Associations & partnerships and limited partnerships and limited liability partnerships and limited liability limited partnerships....
Me: So first you had the P.
And then you had the LP.
And then you had the LLP, which modifies the P.
And then you had the LLLP, which modifes the LP.
Right?
Lynn: Yes.... you confuse me.
As some of you may know, my current obsession when law school has me down is to read adoption blogs. It started when my friend Christina would show me cute pictures of babies adopted from Ethiopia or interesting stories, but since then it has taken on a life of its own. I think I do it for a number of reasons - 1, law school is stressful in case you haven't heard; reading these blogs is a lighthearted distraction that also gives me a bit of perspective. 2, these kids are DAMN cute. 3, stories about silly little kids are waaaaay better than stories about civil rights, or international law, or conflict of law, or business associations, or any of the other lame subjects i should be studying for right now. ;)
One blog I read is of 2 boys adopted from Haiti. I thought y'all (especially my sisters) might enjoy this story. It dates back a while, but was linked to a current story all about how these little boys have asked for a baby sibling since they could talk. I hope you guys enjoy the picture montage as much as I did.
My cutest roommate ever has the cutest new baby brother ever! Meet Sammy: 
Sammy is a very precious, good natured baby with a pretty heavy load already. He was born with a brain dysfunction called Semi-Lobar Holoprosencephaly (HPE), which apparently develops in the first few weeks of pregnancy and means that the brain doesn't grow forward and divide like it's supposed to during pregnancy. I wouldn't want to speak for his family on the nature of this disorder because obviously they know much more than I do, but I do know that they are very lucky that Sammy made it out of the womb (most babies that develop this disorder don't make it past pregnancy). Not only that, but he was lucky to be born into such a loving and positive family. Please keep this family in your thoughts and prayers, I know they'd appreciate it.
More information on Sammy's condition is here. And this is the website of another little boy in Indiana who has the same condition. Coincidentally, this little tyke is also named Sammy and has a milder version of the same disorder.
Every day for the past week or so I have tried to come up with something new and exciting to post about my life. Unfortunately, there is nothing new or exciting about my life. I'm eating, breathing, and living finals - those interviews put me ridiculously behind and so I'm struggling to get it all done in 2 weeks. So this morning I had the brilliant idea that maybe I would post favorite Christmas memories. And the more I got to thinking about Christmas and holidays, the more I realized how many of my stories turned out poorly for one person in particular. It seems like every recent Christmas/Thanksgiving/New Years one particular person got shafted, and so instead of doing a favorite memory, I thought I'd do a tribute to the Charlie-Brown-Christmas-Tree of my family.... my sister, Michelle. ;)
Chelle happens to have very bad holiday luck, particularly with mashed potatoes. It seems that every year she gets blamed for a batch of bad potatoes that weren't necessarily her fault (there! I admitted it!). Like the year that my dad gave her frozen potatoes to make mashed potatoes on Thanksgiving. Or the next year, when he gave her a bag of rotted potatoes. And then last year, at Christmas, she got a batch of potatoes that had been left in the water too long, and had turned starchy (I'm not going to go into details about who left her that batch ;>).
I think she may have also suffered the most physical casualties around the Holiday season too. Not to belittle the year that Nicolle had to have a root canal, but I still think Michelle takes the cake. One year, she and I were sitting in the back seat acting like a couple of nimrods while Nicolle drove down the highway. We thought it would be funny to stick our heads out the window and see our hair fly. And it was funny.... right up until Nicolle closed the windows on us. I jerked my head in as soon as I realized what was happening, and started screaming so loud at Nicolle for being a jerk that none of us heard Michelle screaming, with her head now stuck in the window.
Or there was the year that I was sleeping on the couch and one unknown sister started throwing things at me. I didn't know who it was, but I could hear Michelle laughing, so when I got up and left the room in a huff, I hit her.... turns out it wasn't her. Woops (sorry, Chelle!).
PLUS, Michelle's birthday is on New Years Eve ~ an unlucky pick because no one wants to celebrate your birthday on New Years. Last year was a particularly bad birthday because Michelle got sick as an early birthday present and so had to spend her birthday getting a giant shot in the place that no one wants to get a giant shot.
But the least funny and the worst of all Michelle Christmas stories is the year she had to miss Christmas cuz she got into a car accident on her way home from college. She was fine, but the snowy ditch that claimed her car is probably still on her sh*t list.
Now, on any given year, we don't typically give Michelle props for her holiday mishaps. However, this morning as I walked into school and tried to remember all of my funny holiday moments, I realized Michelle probably deserves a little more sympathy than we give her. So here's to you, unlucky holidays sister. I hope you don't hate me forever for this post.
Happy Thanksgiving! I'm pretty sad I can't be at home today (especially cuz it means I don't get to heckle my sister's bf, Mr. San Francisco, who is with my family in Denver today *shakes fist*), but Lynn and I are making the best of it by hosting our very first Thanksgiving ever. Pix to follow I'm sure, but first the things I'm grateful for...
Hey. Remember that time I almost burnt down the apartment and gave Hank smoke inhalation because I left cookies baking in the oven for over 2 hours while Lynn and I went to the movie?
Oh wait. That was tonight.
Not to steal Christina's thunder by posting a silly youtube clip the same day as their referral announcement, but this was just too accurate to pass up.
Law School Musical
Last night my friends Chris and Christina finally got the call that they've been anticipating for 7 months - they have a baby!!!!! Little Dinkeneh Timesgen, born October 3, 2007, who is such a little guy that at four weeks he only weighs 5 lbs 6 oz. We could not be more thrilled for the both of them who have been waiting on this call for months and months. These last few weeks especially have been rough because they were told that they should expect the call in 4-6 months and the 6-month mark came at the beginning of October. But now they have pages and pages of information on their little guy - he doesn't laugh yet, but squeals and he can track people visually for all 90 degrees - and just have to wait for the Ethiopian courts to finalize the adoptions. They should be traveling in 12 weeks to pick him up, just enough time for us to blow off finals and the rest of life to shop for little boy boots and pajamas and coats and... well you get the picture. The best part of adopting parents is that as soon as they got the call, despite Christina being 7-months "expecting", we all got to drink champagne!
I would post a picture, except for privacy reasons, they can't official do that until they have his birth certificate. But this little man is tiny! and the picture they have of him shows him in a 3-year old girl's sweatshirt which he is practically swimming in. It's totally precious.
OH, and because everyone knows how competitive I am - I started a pool for everyone to bet on what gender baby it would be, what age at referral, and how many babies there would be (Chris and Christina were open to twins). The prize was that the winner gets to be the first babysitter, and with a guess of 1 baby boy age 4 months, I won! (and no, I didn't cheat ;>) SOOOO excited!
Congrats again, Christina!!!!
Pix are from the weekend way back in January when they announced to everyone that they were going to adopt. I was out of town (blast!), but being there the night they got their referral totally made up for that. 
Chris, dad-to-be, is the one in the gray and blue jacket. 
Christina, mom-to-be, is in the gray sweatshirt with pink scarf.
Chris and Christina in the new nursery, shortly after telling us.
Tim came, but poor Emily was stuck in the library doing Law Review stuff. So we had to go track her down by running around the library hollering "EMILY!"
Chris and Tim, pouring champagne.
I made it official: This summer I'm going to work at Skadden, Arps, Slate, Meagher, and Flom. I'm 50% ridiculously excited because I had a great interview there and 50% terrified because of Skadden's reputation. The funniest part of the story is that "Skadden" meant nothing to me until I started telling people I want to work there and then everyone filled me in on their reputation.... they pay you a shit-ton so they can work you an even bigger shit-ton. Oh well, what doesn't kill ya... right?
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For those of you who haven't heard the story, Milton and his brother, Fred, are friends of mine from Dartmouth who now both attend Vanderbilt Med School. When we were all in undergrad, both their parents died of AIDS complications. Consequently, the two have spent all of their spare time and breaks from school trying to build, staff, and supply a health care clinic in their home village of Lwala, Kenya. They are two of the most inspirational brothers you could hope to meet and I thought I'd just update you on their work.
Documentary in Process, Hope for Lwala
News Show on Milty & Fred's Clinic.
Newest update: the Lwala Clinic birthed its first babies (twins) this fall!
I will post more pix as soon as I have them, but Paige's wedding was literally the best wedding I have ever been to.
**Update**
View photos here.
But close!
Molly would give Hank a giant run for his money in the competition for my cutest roommate of all time. Not quite for sure who'd win that one.
So I do believe that means I have to fill out her blog quiz. Here goes...
Jobs I've Had
* Dartmouth Day Care
* Rockefeller Center (student intern assisting with their Civil Skills Training program)
* Child Advocates (summer internship in Indy)
* Skadden Arps (dare I jinx myself? They tell me my offer can't be taken away so I'm trying out the sound of saying I work for Skadden)
Places I've Lived
* Missouri Valley, IA
* Hanover, NH
* Denver, CO
* South Bend, IN
Food I Love
* Chocolate Ice Cream with Gummy Bears
* Left-over Macaroni & Cheese
* Chicken Parmesan
* Miss Kitty's Chicken and Dumplings
Websites I Visit
* Westlaw
* Christina's Blog
* Facebook
* Photo Database
Places I'd Rather Be
* Wendy's Wedding in Missouri Valley this Weekend with my Fam
* Wherever Courtney Is
* Hanover, NH
* In the Lap of Luxury
Movies I Love
* Love Actually
* Rent
* Anything Rogers and Hammerstein (any musical, for that matter)
* Keeping the Faith
TV Shows I Watch
* Grey's Anatomy
* Gilmore Girls (on DVD & ABC Family since it was cancelled)
* Law and Order SVU
* Engaged and Underage
Friends I'm Tagging
* Big Colle
* Lauren Cady (who still refuses to tell me where her blog is)
* Kristin
* Mr. San Francisco (whom I'm currently mad at cuz he got spend the weekend with my family and I didn't. does he even have a blog? no clue.)
And just a few new photos of Hank the Tank when we took him for his first walk outside:
(offensively liberal post. you've been warned)
....where someone can be told they should just go die of cancer cuz this government doesn't like how they got here.
That apparently law firms like contentious people: I got the call back at Law Firm D. Go figure.
I finally did it. I had an offensively liberal moment during one of my interviews and totally pissed off my interviewer.
Scene: Conference Room in the Law School
Characters: Me and Young Partner with Law Firm D (for Denver)
YP: So, I see you majored in Comparative Politics. What is that?
M: Oh, it's a subset of the government major at Dartmouth. Basically, I ended up majoring in it because I was taking a lot of survey Latin America courses with a professor I liked that all fit into that concentration of the major.
YP: Yeah. But what is it? Like, do you compare other forms of government in Latin America to American government and to each other?
M: Yes. Basically that's pretty accurate.
YP: So. What's the best form of government?
M: Uhhhhh.... weeeeell..... [insert awkward laugh]
YP: [leans forward in his chair to make himself more intimidating] This is the point at which you say democracy.
M: Weeeeell.... I would say democracy, but I've gotta stick with my gut here and say that I just don't think it works everywhere. Especially in Latin America where you have a history of a lot of grass roots resistance to it.
YP: [shocked and angry] Well. I would say something. But we're not supposed to get into this sort of substance in our interviews.
M: [mentally crossing this firm off my list of firms I hope to get a callback at]
This guy went on to later stick my resume in front of me, point at my highlighted GPA, and say: "so. With these grades, why aren't you on law review?" I was like: "READ my flipping resume. I'm on a journal! If I'm not on law review, clearly it's because law review didn't want me. Thanks for bringing that up again. Ass."
Or, at least that was what I was like in my head. Out loud I think I lamely drew his attention to my list of activities and said I couldn't really account for why law review didn't want me, but clearly I had done the writing competition and so they rejected me and not the other way around.
No callback for Bagel at Law Firm D. Oh well.
So classes have been in swing for three weeks now, and I thought I'd give a quick run down on my life. (Yes, I'm a vapid narcissist, I know, but maybe somebody out there is interested. ;) And if not, then you shouldn't be reading blogs anyway - cuz they are clearly the haven of card-carrying vapid narcissists.) But to make things more interesting, I thought I'd take my horoscope and comment on how accurately it does/does not mesh with Bagel-reality.
Something small catches your eye on Monday or Tuesday and gets you thinking about friends or family. It's a good time to repair relationships that have been unraveling for a while.
I think I call this the Hank the Tank shout out. He's tiny and ever since he came around, Courtney seems to pop up more and more, as well as rando other law school friends who we rarely see at our place. We didn't do anything all weekend but play with the bunny, which was very rewarding until we realized how poorly Hank is taking to litter training. Definitely got peed on this weekend all over my shoulders.
Watch out for a rebound later in the week, though, as unintended consequences pile up and require extra attention. You can handle them as long as you set aside the time.
Word on the street is that 2L year is the bitch of a year as far as being really, really busy. And so far, that's pretty dead on. In the first 3 weeks, I've had 4 different training sessions for my law journal, 13 on campus interviews with 3 left to go before callbacks start, classes and whatnot. I'm already behind in reading, but I think that's mostly cuz I'm still trying to stick to the anal-retentive 1L reading practices which are just barely feasible anymore. So this weekend is catchup time!
The weekend brings good emotional energy, but you may encounter opportunities that are too good to be true. Be wary and trust your intuition to guide you in the right direction.
No clue what this means, but it sounds like this weekend I might have to resort to my tried and trued "I am not a whore!" mantra.
...but we may have a problem of impulsive shopping when we're stressed.
Meet Hank the Tank! The newest roommate in 2 Fischer 2C!
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Courtney comes back to school today, and I couldn't be more excited. She's bringing Shane, fresh out of boot camp, and staying with me & lynn till sunday. And then classes start Monday (boo!), so school is finally getting back into swing. I was more excited to start back before I got here I think, because in Lynn's words: "I'm BACK! .....and it's still South Bend." But in honor of the end of the summer, I figured I'd do a new school year inventory ala Bridget Jones...
* Weight: haha, no.
* Current Hangovers: 1
* Current Boyfriends: 0 (you know the prospects have been bad when my current mantra is "I am not a whore!")
* Number of wii's in my apartment: 1 (AMAZING!)
* Number of job offers for next summer: 0, but dear god, with the millions of interviews going on, hopefully I'm not a total lost cause
* Jesus statutes within a 1 mile radius of me right now: at least 4
* Number of home football games this fall: 7, and I'm always looking for guests to come stay and go with us! (ahem, Chelle)
* Number of times being a bridesmaid: soon to be 1 (not often enough to get the "always a bridesmaid," thank god)
* Number of pages I'm supposed to be reading for class on Monday and am avoiding by posting silly blog entries: boo! too many to think about. why'd you have to go and spoil my fun?
How many people out there have seen the free hugs video? It has to be like everyone and their mother by now. Well, my friend Christina recently went to Seattle and saw the Free Hugs guy, so she posted the youtube clip on her blog for people who didn't know what she was talking about.
I myself have seen this clip at least 5 or 6 times, but for some reason I started playing it again this morning and the darned thing made me cry! This is a sure sign that (a) the rain needs to stop, (b) the sun needs to come out, (c) lynn needs to come home so I'm no longer alone, and (d) I'm a certifiable nutjob. But just in case you haven't seen the clip, here it is:
Paige's party was a hit. It was small, which suited us just fine, and aside from me getting sicker than a dog by the end, it was a good time had by all. The drive home Sunday was rough.... really rough. I barely got out the door - at eleven o'clock Sunday morning, Paige and I were still sprawled moaning on her parent's living room floor while her mom walked around us laughing at us and her 18 month old nephew tried to get us to play with him. Then, half way home, I had to stop and take a nap cuz I felt lousy. But eventually I made it, and I am VERY happen to be home. Now I'm into serious potential lawyer mode. The rest of the week I'm busy trying to get interviews at Denver law firms before I head back to Notre Dame. Wish me luck - I'll need it.
This weekend is Paige's bachelorette party and surprise, surprise, I still haven't gotten her a gift. In addition to my normal tardiness, this time I'm also delayed by the fact that this is my first bachelorette party ever AND i have to host it. So any suggestions you can give me are greatly appreciated.
But as for the gift, normal lingerie seems fine, but I feel weird picking stuff out for her. I don't think I would know her style in that area at all. So I considered getting her a gift certificate but then that seems kind of lame so my only other consideration is like a kama sutra book or something fun like that. HELP!
finally, see below... this is the one gift i have completed so far (i made it) and it goes perfectly with the giant pink boa i bought her. now i just need a fake veil or tiarra and that part of the evening will be finished at least.
The words aren't really on there backwards, I just used my webcam to take the pix and it works more like a mirror than a camera
This poor tour group!
(p.s. the intro is a little silly, but the actual video is worth it!)
Dear Mr. San Francisco (or as I like to call you, Woody):
Did you ever read Pride & Prejudice? Well, me neither, but I think I heard somewhere that they have 5 daughters in that book and they are ALL about marrying off the oldest one so that the younger ones can get started. I think that's a bunch of cock and bull, except for the part where the oldest daughter of the 5 needs to get off her duff and get to work popping out babies. (also, ask Big Colle to tell you the story about how my Dad cracked a joke about marrying her off like in Pride & Prejudice when he met her Mt. Holyoke professors... who knew WAY more about her dating habits than he did) Therefore, if you want to have any staying power, and if my vote has any of the power that I lie and say it does, then you best not be making such glib comments about not wanting babies. This will not go over well at the council table when you come up for a vote, I assure you.
Sincerely, All My Best, Yours Truly, etc.
Bagel
I'm going home to Denver next weekend for 2 weels to interview at law firms for next summer, and as part of that, I'm also setting up informational meetings with alumni lawyers of Notre Dame and Dartmouth, basically just trying to get anyone and everyone who'll meet me to have lunch. One such alumni, who I found through the Dartmouth Lawyer's Association just agreed to meet with me today and suggested we have lunch at the Denver Country Club.
Well, I called Miss Kitty before I confirmed with him to see if she knew where the Denver Country Club is. "No, I don't," she told me. "But I'm sure we can find it." She paused for a minute and then said"...Can I come too? I'll sit in the corner and not make a peep."
My mother, ladies and gentlemen, who FULLY intends to live vicariously through me when I'm a lawyer.
Moving past the offensively liberal tone of the last post, I've got a new blog to share. My friend Christina from law school is in the process of adopting a baby from Ethiopia with her husband, Chris. The two are going to be fantastic parents, and have been through quite the adventure trying to get their baby (or babies - their application states they're willing to take multiples). They have a blog where they chronicle their journeys and also have links to other blogs written by families adopting from Ethiopia.
This morning, with the help of Chris and Christina, I discovered Maia Papaya's blog, and I completely adore it. Check it out - she's precious.
And now for my desperate plea: SERIOUSLY, Hamilton girls! When is one of you going to get your act together and have a baby?!?!? I am not meant to be a mom yet, but you rat bastards are keeping me from what I see as being my life's destiny: Aunt Bagel.
On behalf of Big Colle, I am giving everyone an advance warning that this entry is bound to be one of my offensively liberal pieces. Reader, beware.
This morning I heard a piece on NPR about a Republican fundraiser in Manchester, NH. Excited & nostalgic though I was to hear the upcoming NH primary season metioned, I couldn't help but be appalled when I heard the focus of this fundraiser: a machine gun shoot. Apparently, for 25 bucks a person, you can shoot a machine gun that is standard military issue. Even kids get to join in the fun, which promoters (according to NPR) were touting as a "family event." Now, I'm no dummy; I know NPR is totally left-biased, so I decided to research the event more when I got to work to see if it was for real.
Contrary to what NPR made it sound like, this is not as part of the Republican presidential race but is just for the local Republican party. But still, I couldn't help but think of what an easy time I'd have turning this event into a really sick and twisted depiction of how brutal and militaristic our society is. Imagine, mom, dad, grandma and grandpa bringing out the kids for a fun day in the park where instead of swinging or playing with other children, they learn how to fire automatic weapons! I feel really sick just thinking about it. Gun control is not an issue I feel particularly passionate about, but this summer, I've seen some truly sick depictions of guns in everyday life (including the day that I was looking out the window of our house to see one of the neighbors tromping through our back yard carrying his pride and joy: a shotgun, to show the neighbors. We have a flipping baby in the house, and there were at least 3 kids in the surrounding yards all under the age of 5. I'm not particularly passionate about gun control but I AM passionate about keeping guns away from kids.
Then, to add to the brilliance of the whole event, there was this comment posted by a JUDGE about the event:
This will be a great event for the whole family. Gun's are what keeps this great country free. So I encourage all freedom loving Americans to attend this event. and I find it unfortunate that Chris Pappas does not my support my personal freedoms even though I support his.
- Hon. Robert A. Burns, Manchester NH
I'm sorry, but guns don't equal freedom. Guns equal FORCE. Freedom comes when you don't have to use guns to force your way of life or point of view on others. I'm not saying that guns aren't necessary at times, nor am I saying that we shouldn't be free to own guns, but seriously?!?!
It's raining this morning - definite bad omen. I spilled soda all down my pants this morning, forgot my keys in the office bathroom (could have been a BIG disaster, as i still have the enterprise key chain on there that lists the make/model, year, and color of my car), my favorite purple umbrella broke, and i'm downright exhausted. I got home from Chicago at midnight last night after my first meet and greet reception at Jenner & Block. All in all, I was very impressed - especially after talking to Tom, a rising 3L I know from Notre Dame who works there this summer. But bouncing back from my 8 hours of driving yesterday is proving a tad difficult. I might try and sneak out the back of the office soon and run to starbucks.
so cold in the office today! i have a space heater less than a foot away from my legs in the middle of July - go figure.
saw harry potter last night, and was pretty disappointed. somewhere b/t the rushed plot (who thinks it's a good idea to turn the longest book in the series into the shortest film?) and the obnoxious teenage girls sitting next to me who repeatedly clapped loudly when they saw a scene they recognized from the book, laughed at very inappropriate moments and were very vocal and swoony over their love for ronald weasly, i decided that i'm going to rent this movie when it comes out on DVD, pretend i'd never seen it, and give it one more shot. although, I loved the characters of umbridge and luna and wished they'd been given more time to develop them b/c i thought the actresses were brilliant.
Two nights in a row at 10:30 pm and 10:32 pm someone from King of Prussia, PA has called me and not left a message. If this someone is you, I don't pick up unknown numbers, so (610) 337-9080, you either need to leave a message or find some other way to contact me.
On another note, this has lead to lots of curiosity on my part as to who my friend in King of Prussia is. I think if it were a telemarketer, they wouldn't call so late and at the exact same time both nights. It's not the dartmouth hater (who does live in PA but not that area) and I don't believe it's my only other (known) friend in PA. Wonder who it is?!?!
finally google stopped listing this blog when people google my name and school, so i can rest easy and apply to firms without taking it down. or at least i think i'm safe...
...god help me if i get rejected because i'm offensively liberal. or offensively stupid.
This week I marked the half-way point of my summer job. Today I sent out my third, fourth, and fifth resume/cover letter bundle for a job for NEXT summer. If you haven't heard me go on about this before, (and if you have - bear with me) law school is like being on the most settled and definite of five-year tracks. This August and September I'm going to be interviewing with law firms for my jobs for next summer, and so long as I don't drastically screw things up, that's supposed to turn into my job after I graduate. Plus, it's pretty difficult to switch jobs your first few years out there, so it'll likely be my job for a good 3 or 4 years. The process is so settled that I would guess a good 60% of law students out there are doing the same thing (the others are still looking at public interest, government work, clerkships or the like). I'm not actually complaining - I like how definite it is, and if I can just get a good job in the next few months, then I'll be pretty settled for the next few years or so.
The problem is: WHERE THE FLIP DO I WANNA WORK?!?!?! Last year around this time, I decided that I really wanted to live in Boston. Not sure why, but every time I looked outside (mind you, with my feet planted firmly in Indiana), I felt like Boston was the place for me. The four years before that (the whole time I was at Dartmouth), I kept saying how the east coast wasn't for me, and I wanted to go back to the midwest to be near my family. And now a days, I really like the idea of getting a kick-ass apartment in Chicago. Plus, Mark is selling me on the idea of DC - where the winters are the least heinous of all my options. That's a big plus given that i've spent my last 5 years in the worst winter conditions possible in the continental US.
Location indecisiveness aside, there's also the pay/quality of life difference too. In Boston or DC, I'd likely be getting paid more, a LOT more. (Like on the order of 40K relative to Denver, and 60-75K relative to Omaha.) But life in a big firm is MUCH more easy to manage in Denver or Nebraska than it is on the east coast.
I guess what I'm saying is: does someone want to tell me where to go next summer? I'd greatly appreciate it! :)
Oh, and I used to debate the merits of Seattle, but now my stupid sister has a stupid boy who lives in stupid California. ALTHOUGH, word on the street is that he was debating a move to be closer to said stupid sister. Stupid Sister, care to comment?
