Yesterday, I picked up my cap and gown for commencement. On the one hand, spending $75 to borrow some accessories for a couple of hours makes me wonder whether KBR owns the company renting the stuff. On the other hand, it's nice to have the cap and gown safely in my locker no matter what I do (or don't do) for the rest of the semester.
I also went to the mandatory meeting at which I picked up my loan information. Three years of borrowing from future me and my payments are breathing down my neck. The main problem: I'm starting work on Sept. 15 (9:30 a.m., 18th floor conference room) but my first payment is due the week prior. Fresh off the heels of my bar trip and the commitment of a security deposit, I couldn't imagine a worse time to scrounge enough cash to send to the government. Will I really have to hit up mom and dad for cash on the eve of my brilliant and well-compensated legal career?
I'm taking bar review in Chicago for the New York exam. I'll fly out to Albany, where I've already booked a hotel room, to take the two-day test. After that, I'll go back to Chicago to pack my entire life in a container, look for a place in New York, then unpack just in time to go on a bar trip... somewhere TBA.
Then there's the small manner of classes. I have one final, one clinic moot and one paper to soldier through before I graduate. Assuming, of course, that there's no snag with deposits, library balances and signatures from professors attesting that I met writing draft requirements. At the moment, my entire interaction with this law school is diffusing a series of mines obstructing the path between here and picking up my sheepskin.
I suppose I can't complain, as this marks the end of three years of complaining about law school. Yet somehow, I feel entitled to glide through this whole mess.
Perhaps I can hire an as-yet jobless public interest 3L to be my personal assistant. I'll consider it yet another introduction to a lifetime of yuppie entitlement.
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