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| I'm torn.
I don't know whether to trust the smartest girl I know or to go with the advice of the savviest guy I know.
Both are successful people nearing thirty. She hugs the mainstream Asian "more school equals more safety" approach.
"Your sub-3.5 GPA and 170+ LSAT score can't get you into a T3 (top 3) school, but you will most likely get into a T6 school and graduate near the top of your class in three years... which means you'll most likely pass the bar exam... which means with Chinese and an international focus you'll most likely partner in around three years at the age of 28."
He embodies the American Dream approach.
"Why would you waste three years of your life and $150,000 to get a law degree? With just $50k you can start your own business in China. If you fail, learn from your mistakes and start another business with the remaining $100k. If you want the easy path, join an international consulting firm for a few years, network and party at a T5 MBA school, and you're set for life before you turn 30."
Of course, they are both correct.
We've been brainwashed into believing that more education is always better and that assumption has been true up until this point. And suddenly, here comes the divide. Do I trust my Asian tendencies for financial security by slaving away for years at NYU, Columbia, Chicago, or whatever the fuck law school I end up in or do I co-term for a Master's degree and ride on the prestige of the Stanford rolodex?
-A tedious decade for a secure future or an enjoyable decade that sets the tone for the future?
-Would I rank better in the academic world or in the corporate world?
-Would I be better as a nerd or as a slut?
I don't know the answers to any of these questions. But I sure like the sound of "slut".
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| January 1 is pretty much arbitrary. September 21 isn't.
1. 180 on LSAT. Yes, a motherfucking perfect to keep my T3 dreams alive. My GPA is so low (let's just say it's below a 3.5) that I need a 170 to have a 50/50 shot at Chicago. The previous sentence is probably the saddest thing I've ever said.
2. Actually get all A's this quarter, a feat I haven't accomplished since... middle school. At least with a rising GPA I can say I got bullied by upperclassmen as a freshmen or some shit.
3. Find a Stanford Law grad and be his bitch. "Clip your toenails with my teeth? Yes, master!"
4. And if all else fails, drill a hole in my taint and claim to be transsexual for a huge minority bonus.
Just kidding. If all else fails I guess I'll take the GRE and waste another four years of my life.
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Some protips for entering freshmen:
1. If you don't make friends your first week, chances are, you never will.
2. A great way to meet people is to invite your dormmates to play beer pong in your room. This weeds out the antisocial crowd, the non-alcoholic bible-thumpers, and the extreme nerds that study the very first week, all people you don't want to be around.
3. Use the library. Your ego is going to prevent you from playing Blockles when your peers are walking around, so you'll actually get some work done.
4. Yes, you have to fuck your Big Bro/Big Sis. Suck it up. And if you somehow managed to stay sober all through high school, you won't even remember it.
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| If I die an unfortunately untimely death, please remember me through my humor, occasional as it is in this sea-of-piss blog about my mostly lifeless life. Followed by a drunken celebration.
Pic related.
1990-2009 <3
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