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Name: Danielle
Country: United States
State: Texas
Birthday: 3/16/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: music, movies, drawing, painting, soccer, my family and friends, my cat and my dog, sleeping, people watching, and of course, your mom.
Expertise: Sucking at law school.
Occupation: Law Student
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Website: visit my website
AIM:  Basketcase758
MSN: basketcase758@hotmail.com
Member Since:
10/18/2004
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| I never really understood that saying until now. I just made the biggest life decision I have ever made this past weekend. Take a deep breath, folks. This is serious. I am done with law school. I don't want to be a lawyer anymore. I hate law school and I know for a fact that it's not the right path for me. It's really depressing, considering I spent my entire college career (4 years) and law school (1 year) heading in the wrong direction. But it's all right. Instead of getting myself down about it, I'm letting my relief of being done with law school wash over me. I'm going to take a year off and go back to school to get another undergraduate degree. In architecture. I'm sure it sounds weird since law school and architecture school aren't related at all, but I honestly feel lucky. All of my friends divested their entire life into law school and had no other interests or ideas whatsoever. Architecture was something that I pursued for several years until UT (and the big stick up their ass) rejected me from their architecture school. So I went with plan B: law school. I know now that I had to try law school to really know that it was not the right place for me, and that's the only reason why I'm not beating myself up about it. It's even better because all of my friends and family are being waaaay more supportive than I expected. All of my law school friends have gone on and on about how much they respect me for being capable of getting out and starting over with something I love rather than just going through the motions. It makes me happy that they know me so well. My law school friends are some of the most caring, supportive people I have ever been around. My family is very supportive as well, and I've managed to avoid punching my mom in the face every time she stabs her "you're just going to be in college when you're 30, that's all..." knife at me. Free and clear. Anyway. Just thought I'd update since my life has completely been diverted onto a different path. Wish me luck. I'm not so sure I'll need it so much as I needed it for law school...but that's only because I really feel I've made the right decision and I'm finally going to be doing something I love. I can't wait. I'm so excited. | | |
| If law school doesn't work out (and right now I'm kind of hoping that it doesn't) I'm going back to school to get an Architecture degree. I fucking hate law school and everything about it. As soon as I get my grades (on or around June 15th) I'll know what I'll be doing for the rest of my life. Plus, it's not like I'd be quitting. I'd be going for something better. No point continuing something that I hate and am no good at. My heart has always been in architecture and art and that's what I should have done to begin with. Oh well. What's done is done. | | |
| Bite me. Screw off. Go fuck yourself. Etc. Love,
Me. p.s. www.fmylife.com rules. | | |
| Damnit. Why isn't it summer yet? I can't seem to get control of my feelings lately and it's driving me INSANE. I have to be in control and I can't seem to get it together. Nothing makes sense and I don't know why I am not happy. I'm in law school doing what I've always dreamed I would be doing. But I'm not happy. What the fuck? Anyway last night I took a bath and sat there thinking for like 3 hours. Then I remembered that before I had a xanga I had a deadjournal. And so I read it and it was so weird. I've always told everyone that I hated high school more than anything but I was a lot happier then than I am now. Maybe it was because I was in love then but I don't know. My friends were so much different and everything felt so...real. I don't know what I'm talking about or how to explain what I'm feeling but it's not good. And I need to do something about it. I just don't know what. | | |
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