Pending

A few weeks ago I was asked, “Aren’t you scared of law school? I mean, isn’t it supposed to be a grueling three years?”

The thought hadn’t occurred to me.

It seemed like a silly question and I still don’t understand it. I couldn’t be successful at a career if I didn’t have the nerve to go through the training.

Am I going to walk into law school and find the casebooks quick and thrilling as a James Patterson novel? Am I going to draft amazing essays with ease, know the answer every time the professor calls on me, and be in bed by 10pm every night that I’m not at the clubhouse?

No. Of course not.

Some of my casebooks will be tedious. Some of the assignments are going to be overbearing, and I’ll probably look like a fool in class more than once.

Duh.

If I wanted to do something easy and predictable, I would have majored in elementary education. I expect law school to be at least as challenging as the career that it prepares me for.

Otherwise, what would be the point?

What I am worrying about is qualifying for loans and finding an apartment.

If I have a wealthy parent who is eager to write a check for my dream condo, then my mother has been horribly misinformed and is owed some serious back child support.

The school promised to send “housing and financial aid information” in June. This seems ridiculously late to me, but I assume they know what’s going on. Is that dangerous?

I’m tempted to blame my current housing problem on my decision to forgo the full scholarship at Macalester and go to the local safety school, which offered me slightly more money.

I could have done this whole move-to-Minneapolis deal as a freshman, right?

Although, if I went to Macalester, I would probably bitch about my decision to not go to SuchandSuch University so I could already be in SuchandSuchtown. I applied to colleges in 12 different cities. There’s a lot of “what if” potential right there.

My mother and I are going to make the trek up to Minneapolis sometime this summer. She and her pissed-off colleagues are still waiting to get their complete summer schedule. There are multiple family vacations on hold at her firm. Everyone is annoyed.

She was in Orlando all of last week. She “thinks” she may be in Atlanta for an entire week in July but doesn’t know anything for sure.

Aside from trolling around rent.com and compulsively checking my email for the “financial aid and housing information,” I can’t really dwell on things that are pending, except of course, tonight’s event.