Archive for November, 2008

Journeys

357660320_mq9k9-oIt’s a funny thing, life. In interviews, they sometimes ask you where you see yourself in five or ten years. I always feel like I must have some ambitious five-year plan for taking over the world or something. The honest answer is, “I have no earthly idea.” Twenty years ago I wanted to either be an Air Force pilot or a baseball player (this is why we don’t ask ten-year-olds what their ten year plan is). Fifteen years ago I wanted to be a doctor. Ten years ago I wanted to be a programmer. Then I was one, for five years. Now… Well, now I want to be a lawyer. But this time, it’s felt more right than anything else.

All this is sparked by a conversation I had with a friend this evening; it was interesting, because as that friend talked about interests and things that stir the soul, I couldn’t help but think back to my own experience in school and life. I enjoyed learning about technology in school, but as I got into my career, I quickly realized that while I loved it, it wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing with my life. I couldn’t bear the thought of spending the rest of my working life at some company or another, writing code for some system or another that someone would replace in three to five years. I would be appreciated by my work, but once I retired, I would be replaced by someone half my age that would probably grumble because he or she wasn’t taught to write code the way that I wrote it. I would have spent my life doing something that made very little impact on the daily lives of others.

Now, it’s not to say that I think that I have to be doing something that makes a daily impact on other people’s lives, because I think we can do that in every aspect of our lives, regardless of our profession. Take Jimmy, for example, one of the custodians at the law school. The man has worked at the law school for a very long time, in a job that you might not equate with making an impact. But on several occasions, he’s impacted my life in a profound way, delivering a message that I needed to hear at just the right moment. In those moments, I wanted to either break down and cry or jump up and give Jimmy a big hug. At any rate, it’s not the nature of the work that you do that impacts people, but whether you pour your whole heart into it, which is something that I just couldn’t do in technology. Others can, but I discovered that it wasn’t my passion.

So, here I am in law school, seeing if I can pour my whole heart into it. It has become a passion of mine, and I find myself disappointed if I’m not stirred by a class. I know that will happen from time to time, and I’m okay with it. I also know it will be tough; after all, the “original” definition of passion is suffering. All law students do plenty of suffering, that’s for sure. I suppose all of that is to say that five years ago, I would never have thought I’d be where I am today. But, though I may not know exactly where I’ll be in five years, I can say that the idea is finally starting to take shape.

Note: The picture I posted has some relevance for tonight’s post. You can’t see it, but just to the right of the cliff in the picture is a road that leads down into a small mining town. If you don’t see the signs, you could cross that bridge headed wherever, never knowing that the town below exists, or just how beautiful it really is back in there.

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C’mon Babe, We’re Gonna Paint The Town… And All That Jazz!

westsidestoryTonight you get a brief insight into how strange I really am. The Blizzard King and I went and played Dodge Ball (an excellent event, well planned and executed by Miss C) with other law students. On the way back to the apartment, we stopped at a light behind someone who was turning right, and had their blinker on. I happened to notice that their blinker very nearly matched the rhythm of the song we were listening to. I found myself to be mildly disappointed.

I find that anytime I’m listening to music and something like that happens, I always secretly hope that it will actually be right on the rhythm of the song, not just very close to it. I don’t know that I’ve ever seen it. I think it ties into the secret wish that life were like a musical. Don’t you think life would be so much more interesting if we occasionally broke into song and dance? I think law students would be much less downtrodden if we occasionally had a group song and dance in the halls. And honestly, I can’t think of a topic that yearns to be set to music more than Remedies or Administration of Estates. And really, who wouldn’t like to see, just once, The Razor, Prof. K, LAPP, and CrimLaw sauntering down the hall while snapping in unison? That, my friends, would be a sight to behold.

It would probably be a bit tricky, though. We’d all have to be on our toes, ready to burst into song at a moment’s notice. And, since everyone’s lives would be set to music, we might run into conflicts. We’d just have to be careful that one number didn’t overlap another. That could have some pretty awful consequences. And we definitely couldn’t burst into song during class, unless led the professor. It would be challenging, but worth it.

I can see it now… Coming soon: Law School Musical!

Bonus: Since I’ve already opened Pandora’s Box, here’s my top 5 favorite musicals (movies and/or stage)
1. Les Misérables
2. The Sound of Music
3. Singin’ In the Rain
4. Cats
5. Chicago

An Historic Night

Tonight the United States elected its first African American President. Congratulations to all that supported him, and congratulations to President-Elect Obama. Godspeed to our next President.

President-Elect Barack Obama

President-Elect Barack Obama

Following is an exerpt from Mr. Scott’s latest post at Running Down a Dream, and it sums up my sentiments perfectly.

In America, you can support someone that you have vehemently disagreed with, you can pray for guidance and wisdom for your former opponent as he now becomes your leader, and you can remain engaged in the process of continuing this experiment we call America instead of choosing the low road of cynicism, defeatism, and enmity.