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“Don’t forget that we lawyers, we’re a higher breed of intellect, and so it’s our privilege to lie.” ~Yevgeny Zamyatin

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Today’s Be Happy Challenge:

– A Goal You Are Working Towards. – 


This is the goal I’m working towards – a title.  Plain and simple.  As far back as I can remember, I’ve wanted to be an attorney.  Being an attorney, however, requires passing the Bar Exam.  Passing the Bar requires going to law school.  Going to law school requires a decent LSAT score.  A decent LSAT score requires actually taking the LSAT.  Taking the LSAT requires time to study.  Time to study requires a schedule that’s not quite as hectic as mine.

Okay, these all sound like a bunch of excuses, right?  Well, you’re right.  They are.  The real reason my butt hasn’t started law school yet is because I’m terrified.

What if I do terrible on the LSAT and can’t get into any decent law school?

What if I can’t keep working full-time and still get good grades in law school?

What if I do fine in law school and then can’t get a job with a good firm?

What if I can’t afford law school?

What if I do fine on the LSAT but then can’t pass the Bar Exam?

What if it starts raining huge, killer meatballs and one lands on my car and kills me on the way to class one night?

Yep, all my excuses probably sound as ridiculous as that last one, huh?

My original plan back in the day was to take the LSAT and apply to law school right out of undergrad.  That plan was thwarted when I ended up with a toddler and an infant by the time I graduated from college.  There was no possible way I could work full-time, commute almost two hours to law school every night, and still take care of two small kids.

A few years later, a law school opened right here in Charleston.  So, my next plan was to go to that law school. That plan was thwarted when I discovered that the school wasn’t yet accredited.  Apparently you can only get Federal financial aid to an accredited school.  Finally, after a while, the school got its accreditation.

My plan once that happened was to start at the local, newly accredited law school.  But that didn’t work out because by that time, the boys were actively involved in numerous sports – football, baseball, and wrestling.  I couldn’t bear to miss watching them participate in the activities they loved and were naturally good at, not to mention the fact that I was practically a single mom even though I was married to their sperm donor, so they most likely would have had to quit their sports altogether.

Now, of course, they still play a multitude of sports, but they’re almost high school age [eek!], so their practices will be directly after school, and they won’t need me to transport them here, there, and everywhere.  Also (and I hate to even think about this one), Gerald will be driving soon.  [Gulp.]

This means that my excuses are running out, and soon I’ll have no choice but to suck it up, put my big girl panties on, and finally DO IT!  I need to crack open that dusty LSAT study book and get the logical reasoning side of my brain working again.

I have no doubt that once I finally do it, I’ll love it.  Practicing law is something I’ve always wanted to do.  My brain thinks like a lawyer – it’s second nature to me.  I’ve worked in the legal field for many years, so I know the ins and outs of how a law firm is run… it’s riddled with politics and butt-kissing.  It’s all about who you know and how much money you have.  I already know that.  I’m ready for it.

I’m tired of doing all the work and making none of the money, working on the paralegal side of firms.  I’m tired of the consistent expectation by the old, disgustingly loaded partners that they’ll be receiving a blow job under their desks.  It’s never gonna’ happen.  So what does that mean?  In order to get ahead in this field and make a decent amount, I need to get the title and bust my ass to make it happen for myself.

I can do it.  I can do it.  I can do it.  LSAC, bring it.  I’m ready for you.  Hopefully, one day in the future, maybe around the time I’m finally Freshly Pressed, my blog title will be changed to “Alicia Benton, Esquire.”

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“You can’t make decisions based on fear and the possibility of what might happen.” ~Michelle Obama

Life is full of decisions.  Decisions that can change your life in a split second.  Decisions that you’ll either be proud of or spend the rest of your life regretting.

Unfortunately, I’ve made several of the latter in my 31 long years of life so far.  Maybe not necessarily ones I’ll regret forever, but ones that I’ll spend the rest of my life at least wondering about and questioning.

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I’ll bore you to death and share with you some of those decisions that I still wonder about.  This is probably more than you’ll ever want to know about me, by the way, but I don’t care… It’ll make me feel better to make you listen to me.  Remember, free therapy and all…?

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Source: Your Face is Stupid!

1. I got accepted to NYU but went to Charleston Southern instead.  Whaaaat???!  I know, I know.  But they didn’t have a Criminal Justice major.  And I didn’t want to major in Gender and Sexuality Studies or Jewish History and Civilization.  Bummer.

Anyway, now I always wonder about how cool living in NYC would be during college.  I’d probably still live there and work at some kick-ass law firm.  Oh wait.  I do work at a kick-ass law firm.  But not in the middle of NYC, so that doesn’t really count.

Oh, I forgot to mention – it probably didn’t help that I was pregnant before even starting my Freshman year.  THAT would’ve been fun.  Living in NYC by myself, going to college, going to the best parties, being knocked up.  Yep.  Sounds like a blast.

Wait, wait, wait.  Before you judge me [some more], let me explain.  (And move on to decision number two.)

2. I married my baby’s daddy.  Yes, I really just used the term “baby daddy” and promise to never ever use it again.  Shame on me…

This, folks, was a BIIIIG mistake.  While I don’t run around condoning unwed pregnancies, let me be the first to say that getting married is NOT the answer.  It actually makes things worse.  (You can’t just up and run from the bastard.)

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I got married when I was 19.  That is much much too young.  I should’ve listened when the entire planet told me that.  But noooo, I was 19, and I knew everything!  Sound familiar?  If not, just wait until your kids turn 19.  Then you’ll know exactly what I’m talking about.

Even after getting married, I will still virtually a single mom, so I would’ve been just fine on my own with a new baby.  I still worked full-time, went to school full-time (and took 18 hours each semester), made the Dean’s List every semester, and was still a damn good mom.  No, it wasn’t easy, but I did it.  And well, I might add.

The entire time I was struggling to get by for Gerald and me, the bastard husband was physically and emotionally abusive and ran around constantly with one whore after another.  (But that’s a post for a different day…)

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Source: King of Humor

I wonder pretty often about how much different those nine years would’ve been with just Gerald and me.  And possibly an actual nice guy to join us.  Damn, why did I have to be so stupid???

3. Obviously, because I had a kid at such a young age and another when I was 20, I had to put my law school plans on hold.  The original plans were that I would start law school immediately after graduating from undergrad.

That would’ve been fine and dandy, except by that point, the boys were playing peewee football.  And man, were they CUTE!!  I couldn’t stand the thought of missing the chance to watch their games, so I put my plans for law school to a screeching halt.

You can see where this is going already, can’t you?  The problem comes in with the fact that they haven’t gotten any less cute or less talented.  Gerald’s now a damn good defensive end and catcher, and Ronald’s a hell of a guard and pitcher.  I can’t stand the thought of missing out on watching where their talent and hard work is going to take them.

Their practices and games requires a lot of time and dedication, and obviously until they can drive [God, help me], that’s my job.  I refuse to make the boys suffer for my poor judgment, which we’ve discussed many times, if you remember.

I hope to still go to law school once they’re both in high school, which is terrifyingly right around the corner.  Then, at least, they can drive themselves [yikes!!!] and they’ll have practices right after school.  Not to brag, but I think I can be a pretty damn good attorney, so I definitely don’t want to let the opportunity pass by forever.

4. Since moving to Charleston to go to college, I’ve been convinced that I wouldn’t leave this area.  I love it here, despite the morons who’ve given South Carolina a bad name.

Now mind you, I hated living in Myrtle Beach, better known as the Redneck Riviera.  My family moved there when I was in the 7th grade, and I hated it.  I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.  Once I moved to Charleston, though, I had myself convinced that I didn’t hate the whole state.

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The only problem with living in Charleston since college was that I missed my mom and sister terribly.  They’ve always been amazing at coming to visit, but it’s just not the same as living in the same city.

So, hubby # 2 and I decided it would be a good idea to up and move back to Pawleys Island (in Myrtle Beach) to be closer to my family, especially my granddaddy who was sick with lung cancer.  Two words: BIG. MISTAKE.  As soon as we moved, I remembered every single reason why I hated it there so many years ago.  Traffic.  Tourists.  Dead winters.  Obnoxiously busy summers.  Crappy law firms.  Crappy salaries.  Tourists.  Traffic.  I hated it!

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Stress about money, jobs, the step-kids visitation with their mom, and things like that led to one problem after another.  Long story short, hubby # 2 and I separated (ugh – here we go again), and I ended up moving back to Charleston.

I can’t help but wonder if whether I hadn’t moved back to begin with, if things would still be just fine and dandy like they were before I moved.  Fortunately, I got a great job at an amazing firm, after having left an amazing job to move, so that worked out.  I love where I live now, and I love this area, but damn… I didn’t realize that the cost I’d pay to be happy again would be so high.

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This is only the beginning of my questionable decisions, but they seem to be the ones I think and wonder about the most.  Of course, there’s that one time I went out with some girlfriends and woke up in the hospital, but I don’t think that affected me for the rest of my life, other than to say that I no longer trust bartenders who give me free Purple Hooters all night…

There I go, getting off-track again.

They say hindsight’s 20/20, right?  Well now I know what that means.  If I hadn’t made the debatable decisions I’ve made up to this point in my life, I may be a rich, happily married attorney, who’s not stuck with doing all the work and making none of the money and spending all my time in divorce court.  At least I’ve got Gerald and Ronald, though.  They’re my life.

I guess it’s true what they say: There’s always a light at the end of the tunnel.  My tunnel just seems to be really damn long.

What decisions do you wonder about?  Any that you would go back and change?

Tiffany Kleiman ~ Author

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