By conventional wisdom and practice, my writing on this gleaming, mug-me-white, laptop while riding on the subway through Harlem is a silly idea. Duly noted. However, I choose not to live by this tenet; not out of some form of embellished bravado or in-your-face liberalism, but rather out of self-interest. I choose to write, because I want to write. And I choose to write on this subway at this moment. If someone steals it? Well, I’ll learn my lesson then won’t I?
It’s Wednesday and It’s blazing hot in the city. My only reprieve is the a/c afforded by the myriad public spaces and Borders-like stores around the city. I first went to relax at the Inwood Public Library, but it apparently doesn’t have such generous hours – opening on Wednesdays at 1pm. Now I’m headed down to Columbus Circle for the Borders café.
My intention is to start working on the LSAT again and to do so today. I’ve been putting it off for several reasons, however the enormity of the project reins number one on the list. It’s a big deal, requiring a big investment of time. And to be honest with myself, my convictions to start law school in the Fall are wavering.
Am I applying and possibly going to law school out of wont of something to do? Something to pursue? Do I really know what I want to get out of the three years I’ll invest? What is it that I will do with the degree? Is it worth the enormous investment involved? And, though what should remain as the least of my concerns has settled roughly on top of my list: will I get in somewhere decent? Will I get in anywhere at all?
It’s Wednesday and did I mention that it is blazing hot? The heat index (whatever that means) has been reported to be around 110F. I’ve been sweating like a pig. Like a pig in a dried-out pen.
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