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Returning to Law School in the Fall | | | However, when Eben opened office hours with “What can I do for you? Why are you here?”, I was taken aback. I scrambled for what I had written in my law school application about creating accessibility to the law for those who had been obstructed by cultural and linguistic barriers, but they rang false as I could see no way in which the path Columbia had set out for me nor my experiences in this past year had led to the fulfillment of this desire. I gawped, unable to answer the simplest question demanded of any law student. Suddenly, I was forced to seriously confront the question of why I was here, let alone why I would even come back in the fall. | |
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At every step of my education, whether through formal instruction at school or through community, cultural or family-imparted teachings, my perception of fulfillment and happiness was conditioned to be the satisfaction of certain “checkboxes”, possession of hallmarks of success, and adherence to tried and true paths. The neuroticism with which I chased down these checked boxes led me to “success” after “success.” It brought me to Columbia, after which I would attain a job in Big Law, probably get married at 28, have children, and keep moving place my own children on the cursus honorum. However, as we read Joseph’s Lawyerland and encountered characters who had also followed the well-worn path to prestigious careers, I began to recognize the dissociation between the characters’ aspirations of what they had set out to do in law with their achievements in myself. Like them, I had been so busy ticking the checkboxes and constructing a neat framework for my life that I failed to see that all I had done was construct a gilded cage in which many of my original goals and desires have been trapped. How this purported path to success and fulfilment would instead, likely obstruct or contradict the very things that I personally thought would bring me joy.
But like the prisoners in Plato's cave, why would one wish to leave what they knew as reality—even if that reality were a golden cage—and confront the looming depths and unknown malevolence of the unknown? Instead of unboxing the various selves I had hidden away, perhaps I could wait until some revelation happened upon me within the confines of the cage itself. However, I was quickly reminded of life's brevity when I rushed onto a 16 hour flight to be my grandmother's bedside. There was certain irony in my grieving for my grandmother's helpless fight against her fated death and my willingness to go along with what formal education, my family and my culture had deemed fated for me. In relinquishing my free will and allowing institutions to dictate my future, I became my grandmother—helplessly hoping and waiting as my life proceeded and withered before my eyes.
Approaching Free Will with Creativity | | | | |
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> | Throughout this year, I told my friends that one of my takeaways from 1L classes was that Originalism was one of the laziest methods of legal interpretation, as justices who followed that path only thought creatively within the confines of the legislation and judicial precedents written by dead hands. Regardless of whether one agrees with this statement or not, it would be hypocritical for me to call these justices lazy given that I had essentially taken the same approach to my life. If I was now choosing to embrace my free will, I cannot simply examine the institutions around me and idly follow guideposts to a stable destination. Instead, I must take communicate frankly with my selves, including those which I had cast aside in pursuit of checkboxes, and understand the origins of my ideas of fulfillment and how I could manifest them with my legal education. Then, reconciliation. The instinctual responses I gave as to why I would return to law school still remain valid. Although Columbia’s proposed Big Law path is one way of achieving them, I must challenge myself to use my imagination to try and create an alternative practice where my happiness and concrete goals can be compatible. | | | | |
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< | But why would anyone wish to leave a gilded cage, a known evil, to confront the looming depths and unknown malevolence of the unknown? Instead of unboxing the various selves I had hidden away, perhaps I could wait until some revelation happened upon me within the confines of the cage itself. But there was certain irony in my grieving for my grandmother's helpless fight against her fated death and my willingness to go along with what formal education, my family and my culture had deemed fated for me. In relinquishing my free will in deciding where I wanted my future to be, I became my grandmother—helplessly hoping and waiting as my life proceeded and withered before my eyes. | >
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Being Comfortable With Creativity | >
> | Returning to law school in the fall is daunting, particularly when confronted with the vast and endless possibilities. But with two years left where I can explore options and experiment with few risks attached, I am determined to make my own guideposts as I craft a practice that will unify my interests in the law with the life I would like to lead in future. Through taking classes and participating in clinics that use the law as a window to other aspects of life, I hope to better understand how others have used their imagination to carve out paths that lie outside of the checkboxes Columbia has neatly laid out for us. Through speaking to a range of legal practitioners or individuals who have obtained law degrees, I hope to understand how others have identified balanced compromises with their non-negotiable priorities. But most importantly, through questioning myself as to what I value most, I hope to then use my imagination to try and piece together a life with happiness. A happiness that I can take creative ownership of without solely deferring to the definitions and structures that I have unthinkingly examined and abided by all my life. A happiness that I can call my own. |
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