Recently I met a guy who walked into law school beaming from ear to ear. As any of my law classmates will attest to, this is rare, because most of us have looks of disappointment as we yet again walk through the school doors for 3.5 hours of mental torture. Not that we regret going to law school, but we're ready to get out after almost 4 years.
As I would discover, my beaming friend just received his acceptance letter. Speaking with him brought flashbacks of my fateful walk to the mailbox when I noticed the letter from law school. Had I been accepted or rejected? After all, I did dedicate a few months into both studying for and taking the LSAT with no guarantee I'd get in to law school. Had my efforts been wasted?
I'll never forget that evening in November 2008 when I found out I'd been accepted to law school. Several joyous phone calls later, I still couldn't believe it.
My newfound friend was full of questions, and I was happy to oblige him. His demeanor was refreshing. You meet so many law students that are burned out, it's nice to speak with someone full of energy (granted, becoming accepted to law school is the first step of one-thousand before graduation).
To my new friend: best of luck over the next four years. To those, like me, who are due to graduate this December, or next May, never forget the excitement of receiving your acceptance letter.
