It has been argued that I can be a bit stubborn sometimes. I don’t like to quit anything, because it feels like giving up. I can get frustrated easily, but I don't walk away because things are hard. I'm loyal to people to the point of stupidity. If my ship is sinking, I usually just go down with it. I only quit jobs when I have something better lined up, and I feel a ridiculous sense of guilt at even that. But a year ago, I quit something. I quit something so big it made my mother cry. I quit something I was actually really, really good at.
I quit law school. After one very successful year with no drama or competitiveness and very little stress. Seriously, I could write a book on how to survive (tip #1: have friends that aren’t in law school). But regardless of all of that, I didn’t like it. All I could think of was how high my student loans would be, and how I’d have to work in a job I hated to be able to pay them off so I could go do the type of law I really wanted to do. It wasn’t worth it anymore.
Midway through my second semester, I started googling "quitting law school." That's not really a good sign. When I didn't enter the journal competition after exams in May, I knew in the back of my mind what that probably meant. The day in late June I finally decided to quit I felt nothing but relief. And the day I officially withdrew I was actually giddy.
It's been a little over a year since I made the decision to quit. It hasn't been the easiest year of my life, but law school seems a distant memory, like it was a year lived in someone else's life (except for those pesky student loans). On the rare occasion I drive by the law school, it usually doesn't even register that I spent a year there.
I quit law school. After one very successful year with no drama or competitiveness and very little stress. Seriously, I could write a book on how to survive (tip #1: have friends that aren’t in law school). But regardless of all of that, I didn’t like it. All I could think of was how high my student loans would be, and how I’d have to work in a job I hated to be able to pay them off so I could go do the type of law I really wanted to do. It wasn’t worth it anymore.
Midway through my second semester, I started googling "quitting law school." That's not really a good sign. When I didn't enter the journal competition after exams in May, I knew in the back of my mind what that probably meant. The day in late June I finally decided to quit I felt nothing but relief. And the day I officially withdrew I was actually giddy.
It's been a little over a year since I made the decision to quit. It hasn't been the easiest year of my life, but law school seems a distant memory, like it was a year lived in someone else's life (except for those pesky student loans). On the rare occasion I drive by the law school, it usually doesn't even register that I spent a year there.
I don't plan on quitting anything else anytime soon. But I have zero regrets about that decision. Since the day I last walked out of that building, I haven't looked back. If only everything was so easy to move on from.
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