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Posted by on 02/18/2010 at 10:25 AM

<p>&nbsp;</p><p class="MsoNormal">Well, I suppose it’s a little late in the game to enter the blogging scene, being a 2L and all, but I figured I’d give it the old college try. There are days where I’m sitting in my living room, contemplating finals even though it’s only October, and perhaps eating a sandwich, where I recall me decision to go to law school. I suppose the first time I gave my choice serious thought was during a career services meeting, where I was asked, point-blank, why I decided to come to law school. The answer, at that time, was quite simple, but I find it’s evolving with every minute I spend furthering my legal education.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It was a quiet spring day of my Junior year, while I was still a lowly undergraduate student, when the option was first presented to me. There was a mandatory “career options” sort of meeting that I went to with some of the professors in the history department where I first even entertained the notion of applying to law school. I walked into a professor’s office, dressed in my daily uniform of a hooded sweatshirt, faded blue jeans, and a pair of sandals, and plopped down in one of the uncomfortable 1970s era chairs that so gracefully furnished the office. It was there that they told me that if I wanted to utilize my history degree, there were a few options. First, I could continue my education and get a M.A.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp; </span>in history. As appealing as that was, I quickly dismissed it, as I knew immediately that this choice wasn’t for me. Second, I could pursue a M.S. in education, which sounded pretty good from where I was sitting because it would give me a chance to coach high school sports and working eight months out of the year would be glorious. Third, I could apply to go to law school, which was another three years of school, but definitely an option. I mean, I liked the sound of my own voice and I looked good in a suit, so why not? And lastly, I could become a museum tour guide. Well, when that gem was dropped on me, it was apparent I only really had two options: law school or a M.S. in education. The problem was, I didn’t know how to decide what to pick.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I returned to my apartment, torn between the anguish of the realization that my ideal thought of graduating college with a job was fading and the ambitious thought of continuing school and receiving an advanced degree. At 21, the thought of going to school to acquire another wall-adornment (which is funny, because for the life of me I don’t know where my undergraduate degree currently is) was far more appetizing than battling the job market. It was clear to me that I needed to choose between the M.S. and the J.D., but how would I choose? There I sat, now changed into sweatpants and slippers, raging with internal debate, when a roommate asked me what I was thinking about. I explained the situation, and the reply I received was that I should do what I always to do make difficult choices. It then dawned on me: it WAS that simple. So, I flipped a coin. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">It goes without saying which way the coin fell, as I’m apparently in my second year of legal studies, but since that moment my decision has evolved, so to speak, to become much more substantial than an act of random chance. Sure, I applied to law school because of a coin flip, but I stayed because the experience peaked my interest like few other things ever had. I found the curriculum stimulating, and the professors and location excellent. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">&nbsp;</span>Slowly, I found myself not only going to class, but looking forward to going to class. Every day posed new challenges and every case I read had a very real touch to it, as I could see the law evolving, much like my choice, to what it is today. Needless to say, the law is still here, and so am I.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">So when people ask me why I went to law school, I tell them because of a coin flip. When they ask me why I stayed, I say because this is where I belong.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p>