Saturday, November 21, 2009

How I found my mothership...


I have recently become very interested in law school.  It started with a casual conversation with a co-worker that had decided to retake the LSATs for his admission to law school next fall.

It was innocent enough.  He had no idea the can of worms he was opening.  He didn’t know that I had dreamed of being a lawyer when I was eight, that I would tell all my relatives at family parties that I would be a supreme court justice, that my amazing career in law would lead me to be the first woman president…WHAT??? It’s true.  I was that bold.

And so, he also had no idea that his taking the LSATs would inspire awaken feed the monster in me that lives off of competition and success. Especially in the intellectual arena.  I mean, hey…some people can throw a perfect spiral 70 yards down the field…I can study and pass tests…and argue mad points with insightful support and examples…

So, yesterday, I spent the day at the University of Chicago. After taking a train to Hyde Park, I arrived at the Admissions office excited to just be on campus.  There is always an energy that I can feel when ideas are being generated, spoken, argued, counter-argued–yes, I’m a geek and I’ll stop now–and the energy on this campus was palpable.  I was sent to a first year class–Elements of the Law.  And despite being directed to the wrong class at the right time (I walked into a class almost a full 1/2 hour after it began), I was truly directed to the RIGHT class at the RIGHT time.  The teacher was dynamic.  The students…well maybe still a little young…but I was sitting near a couple of thirty year olds and I’m glad, because at the end of class they STAYED and spoke with me about what they liked about their classes, their professors, the campus and the school over other school options.

Hyde Park itself is a drastic contrast of rich and poor, haves and have nots. But it is also a place of acceptance, ideas, revolution and accomplishment.  The campus itself has a contrast of old and new architecture and despite being in an urban setting, it had a quality of peace and tranquility.

I have a personal passion again.  I don’t know how long it’s been since that has happened.  I know, I have kids, and I love being their mother.  But long before their births, I was a person.  With dreams and passions and hopes and…well, part of her is back.

Part of that woman was lost long ago.  But, maybe, just maybe…she was only in hibernation.

And her mothership is calling her home.

1 comment:

  1. 3 Responses to “How I Found My Mothership…”

    That sounds awesome. My mom went back to school and law scool with 5 kids, so I KNOW you can do it. You go girl. I am here to support you 100%. If you need some help figuring out how to get money to pay for it I can ask my mom. She had all kinds of grants b/c of us kids and stuff.
    I hope you had a great Thanksgiving mama. <3
    Jaded Perspective said this on December 1, 2009 at 8:11 pm | Reply

    I am so glad that part of you came out of hibernation. Seek it, feed it and it will reward you, I am sure.
    Vixen said this on December 3, 2009 at 7:55 pm | Reply

    Wow.
    existere said this on December 6, 2009 at 3:05 pm | Reply

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