Follow your Heart
I had just completed my first year of law school and I was clerking for a judge during my “Summer 1” (as the law students call it) . I should have been enjoying my time off from class but I didn’t feel happy. At lunchtime, I should have been rubbing elbows with the higher ups, networking and learning the politics of the courthouse. Instead, I sat in the giant window in the Judges Chambers with my salad, scribbling away furiously in a pink legal pad. I knew at Christmas of that year that I wasn’t happy in law school, but I kept pushing to make it fit. Instead of gloating about the coveted clerkship I was privileged to obtain, I was writing, trying to organize my feelings on returning to law school for a second year. Whenever I come to a crossroads in my life, I like to make a list of pro’s and con’s. Sounds kind of silly, that a list could help me make decisions, but my gut seemed to be confused and as hard as I looked for Jiminy Cricket, he didn’t appear to be anywher