I haven’t blogged a lot lately because I am staring down a particular kind of hell right now. I am not alone. There are others. We try to communicate with each other, but that mostly consists of distracted phone calls where we break down crying, or frantic emails.
Those not in hell can’t possibly understand. The civilians just look at us like we are crazy. But we are not crazy, we are in the process of OCI.
On Campus Interviews.
To those who were smart enough not to go to law school, your 2L summer internship is extremely important. The law firm where you intern will often hire students permanently at the end of the year.
These lucky folks go into their 3L year with a job. Interviews for these jobs start August 26. Bidding starts July 1 – in less than a week.
In other words, I need to start making some decisions about what I want to be when I grow up.
“I thought you wanted to be a lawyer,” Yo-yo girl asked. Only someone who has not been to law school would ask something like that.
“Don’t worry, you will get a job,” Jen says. That is so beside the point.
“What are we doing? Why did I go to law school? Why didn’t I just stay where I was?” I won’t tell you who said this, but this I relate to.
How did I get so far without having a clue what I wanted to do with my law degree?
OCI is mostly big firms. Though I love the idea of making a gazillion dollars, working 90 hours a week does not fit into my schedule.
I’m really interested in Criminal Law but I didn’t get into Evidence, and if I can’t fix that before September 1st, my criminal law career has just been stopped in its tracks.
I’m not a scientist, so IP is out.
My lawyer in AZ loves being a Trust and Estate attorney, but where are these boutique firms everyone speaks of? I think they are all below the Mason Dixon line.
I flip through the OCI list, and then I check out Westlaw and the job postings at NALP. I start to feel overwhelmed, so I close the browser. I turn on the television, watch an episode of Judge Judy, feel like I can deal again, turn on the computer, look at the list, decide the table needs dusting, shut down the computer, forgot about the table, watch Nancy Grace, decide I would make a rocking Prosecutor, turn on the computer, remember something about a female Prosecutor being attacked in court, and remember that I didn’t get into Evidence, decide that what I really want is to live in Brookline, decide that working 90 hours a week wouldn’t be so bad, remember that I have a kid, and this isn’t going to work, wonder again how you find small firms, and on and on.
I’ve got one week to get my head on straight. What the hell am I going to do?