Courting Rejection

I sent off one more clerkship application today. Mainly because a couple of friends started nagging encouraging me to turn it in, and pretty much sat on me until I did it. Thank you, and yes I do need friends like you.

It's not that I don't want to clerk. It's that after the first round of rejections it suddenly became extremely hard to remain flexible about where I would be in nine months. My mind made the switch to the coast, and that was that. Although I would still love to clerk, I'm not holding my breath.

Sometimes I wonder how I ended up here, slogging through Con Law and working on a proof read into the wee hours of the night, job offer in the Major Leagues in hand, diploma 212 days and a few passing grades away. I set my goals but I didn't know if I would reach them. I worked my tail off but I had no guarantee of return for my effort--and often got none. I have no idea if the future holds bonuses and partnership or downsizing and scrambling, although there are steps I can take to minimize the likelihood of downsizing.

Well, for now I better start moving faster through Con Law. It's a good thing I enjoy reading this sort of thing: "Congress made a conscious choice of policy in a field full of perplexity and peculiarly within legislative responsibility for choice." Ah, good old Justice Frankfurter.

Comments

[ckm]

Hooray for good friends! (Wonderful double entendre, btw.)

[PatAncester]

It makes me remember courting your Mother ... for a time, not too long, there was the possibility of rejection. But that was not the way it turned out!