Thursday, May 18, 2006
Career Fair
Last night Shelly and I drove out to Annapolis to help some old Cambridge friends with a youth Career Night at church. They had a couple of different "stations" with people from different careers there to give the teenagers advice and information on various job possibilities. Together, Shelly and I manned the "Law and Politics" station.
I was surprised at how truly interested some of the kids were in what we had to say. As each session ended, I felt like there was a lot more we could have said to them, and a lot more that they wanted to ask us. We offered to stay later and answer any additional questions, but of course once they broke out the cookies it was all over.
I thought for a while before we came, and I've thought a bit since, about what I could tell these teenagers who might be interested in going to law school. Of course, get good grades. Don't do it for the money. You're going to have to read read read.
But what really struck me (although I have been thinking about this a bit lately) is the fact that I really do like my job. I like the work I do, and I like the people I work with. I like my office, I like my free peanut butter, and I like my salary. I even like my hours (today I left at 5:15). I've gotten wind that at least one of my friends from law school has already decided that the law firm life is not for him. He's looking for something else, perhaps as a prosecutor. To him I say congratulations on having the nerve to leave the kooshy salary and not keep yourself trapped in doing something you don't like to do. But as for me and my house, I really do like what I do. Perhaps some other time I can come up with a more eloquent way of putting it. But I got an email from a legal headhunter a couple of weeks ago and didn't hesitate to delete it within 5 seconds.
I was surprised at how truly interested some of the kids were in what we had to say. As each session ended, I felt like there was a lot more we could have said to them, and a lot more that they wanted to ask us. We offered to stay later and answer any additional questions, but of course once they broke out the cookies it was all over.
I thought for a while before we came, and I've thought a bit since, about what I could tell these teenagers who might be interested in going to law school. Of course, get good grades. Don't do it for the money. You're going to have to read read read.
But what really struck me (although I have been thinking about this a bit lately) is the fact that I really do like my job. I like the work I do, and I like the people I work with. I like my office, I like my free peanut butter, and I like my salary. I even like my hours (today I left at 5:15). I've gotten wind that at least one of my friends from law school has already decided that the law firm life is not for him. He's looking for something else, perhaps as a prosecutor. To him I say congratulations on having the nerve to leave the kooshy salary and not keep yourself trapped in doing something you don't like to do. But as for me and my house, I really do like what I do. Perhaps some other time I can come up with a more eloquent way of putting it. But I got an email from a legal headhunter a couple of weeks ago and didn't hesitate to delete it within 5 seconds.
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