“If we want we look”, my mother would playfully tease, as I frantically searched for something that was obviously right in front of me. I’d l down and there it was! I never thought that my mother’s silly maxims would be so useful to me now that I’m in law school. I’ve been warned of the tumultuous job market; however, my optimism remains intact for “if we want we look.” Continue reading
Monthly Archives: August 2013
In my previous life, I was a used car salesman. Now, I’m going to be a lawyer. Depending on whom you ask, I’m either improving my lot in life or taking a step backwards. Either way, I am embarking on a new chapter.
Third year of law school is fabled to be a magical time full of relaxing and preparing one’s self for the cushy career to follow. For me, however, and many of my peers in this legal market, third year of law school is your last chance prove that you won’t just be another suit further oversaturating the profession. Continue reading
Blessed doesn’t begin to describe how I feel upon entering my last year of law school. My law school experience thus far has been challenging, as I’m sure most law students would say. Undergraduate was a breeze for me and I figured law school would be the same. I came in believing that I would go into corporate law, graduate with good grades, and have a six-figure job lined up upon graduation – until I took Contracts I.
I began my last year of law school twenty-nine years to the day after I started Kindergarten. My journal work ebbed and flowed throughout the summer, and my work with Vanderbilt’s Appellate Clinic started in mid-August, but my last year of formal education officially began on August 19, 2013. This was the first year that I could start classes knowing–not simply hoping–that law school had been a good decision for me and for my family. Continue reading
By: Marlen Santana Perez
Date: August 26, 2013
Three years later I still remember my father’s look when I showed him my new law student ID card. “Again,” he asked with a harsh accent. I made no attempt to persuade him about the greatness of being an attorney in America and left convinced that I could do this one more time. From that day, whenever I have to miss a drink, a gathering, a family event, to read hundreds of unintelligible legal jargon, I have auditory hallucinations saying “Again.” I am forty-four and this is my twenty third year in school. After all, my father wasn’t all wrong.
My law school experience began with a feeling of the unknown and great stress due to the pedagogy style of the professors and the uncertain status of my grades, especially the first semester. However, I went from an uncertain first-year student to a more relaxed yet overworked second-year student. As I begin my third year at the University of Memphis, Cecil C. Humphreys School of Law, I am both excited and relieved about the future.
Mom always said the older you get, the faster time goes. She clearly did not take into account going to law school for four years. I am starting my fourth year (part-time student) of law school at Duncan School of Law in Knoxville. I’m 44, married with five dogs and no kids, and insane for thinking this would be something cool and easy to do as a mid-life career change. Continue reading