Pulling Up: Blogs, Careers, and Socks.

Summer is coming to a fierce and sweaty close, as the sun makes one last dying play with a week of 80 degree heat. Meanwhile, I've been avoiding law school's leathery grasp by sunning myself, cleaning, and drinking.

It's my Last Year of Law School, and really, that means very little to me. Nothing's changed in my life. Over the summer I applied to 200 federal clerkships, moved apartments, traveled Europe, met a boy (or more specifically, discovered a boy I'd already met before), and attended my brother's graduation. Ho-hum.

Most recently, I won my first real case as A Lawyer for A Client. Without delving too much into the details, suffice to say (in verse, no less):

There was my client, a kind young man
Afraid to return to his homeland
He was being deported
And because he couldn't afford it
Student lawyers represented him for free
So that I could see
What lawyers really do!

Before an Immigration Judge
I stood without a budge
And declared: "You must let him stay
He'll die if we send him away."
The judge agreed
And declared the man aslyee-d
Hooray! We saved a life today!

This led me to discover that perhaps I really wanted to be A Lawyer. Uh oh. Way to blow the last three years trying to do public interest work, Kiki. Oh well. I'll find a way to make it happen.

In the meantime, it's becoming Fall which means the unearthing of my Fall Wardrobe collection. I don't know why Fall's so bomb, but it is. Hello crisp-scented air, hoodie sweatshirts under blazers and fried turkeys, Mama's happy to see you.