||[Feb. 2nd, 2002|10:02 am]
I'm waiting on law schools these days. Waiting to decide how the next three years of my life will unfold. My educated guess is I will go to the "local" school, go at night, and work fulltime throughout these three years. I will have even less of a life than I now have--a staggering thought, but true--and at the end I will be divorced, in debt, and mildly insane.
The astounding part is, I still think it's worth it.
The weasel is already whining about my tentative plan to start this summer (if I don't go in the summer, going part time will mean that law school will take 4 years, and quite frankly I will already be looking into the jaws of 50 by the time I'm finished). But he's been dragging his feet throughout the entire process. As a practical matter, it would be lovely if I could quite working and devote myself to this endeavor fulltime, but it ain't gonna happen, and besides, I think that as a newbie lawyer in my late 40s I will be a much more marketable commodity with 5 years of experience in law firms behind me.
Unfortunately, there will always be that "went to night school" stigma attached to me. And I don't know what I'll d if Case offers me a scholarship....
But enough ranting. Tonight is Candlemas, St. Brigid's Day, Imbolg, or whatever name you want to use for this pagan holiday. I will apparently be celebrating it by initiating a Virgin at the Rocky Horror Picture Show. Virgin sacrifice for a midwinter fire holiday--sounds about right.