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Legally Blonde.

After I graduated college with a triple major, I had no idea what I really wanted to do.


I got an internship with a non profit in Manhattan which led to full time employment. And exactly every skill I needed for that job came from not ONE of my three majors.


After working there for 2 years I decided I wanted to go to law school.


I was going to be the next Elle Woods.


Objection! The next Cynthia Foust, ESQ.


I took the LSATS, and got into a law school in Fort Lauderdale. I packed up my stuff and off I went. Harvard, here I come!


Upon arrival I was giddy. Once classes started however, the glee turned to dread.


Law school is NO joke. And I certainly wasn't going to be cruising the hallways adorably dressed with a matching Bruiser under my arm.


I quickly learned there was a whole class dedicated to negotiable instruments. Also known as laws about anything involving an "agreement."


I studied Supreme Court statues. I learned about case law. I wrote dozens and dozens of briefs.


One professor made the announcement on the first day of class that we would be asked questions throughout the course, and if we got three answers wrong, we failed the class.


One time while I was in the bathroom, my name got called. Because I wasn't there to answer the question that was one mark against me, two more and I failed. What was this? Hell?


I studied the laws involving writing checks. I learned where the term Miranda rights was bore. I was immersed in all things legal.


I found a few other classmates who I felt didn't want to slit my throat to get ahead, and we commiserated. We commiserated we hated this.


People in law school, it appeared, liked to see others fail. In fact I believe some of them banked on it. If your name was called and you hesitated for even 20 seconds, 20 other hands were raised to prove they had done the work the night before.


There wasn't an environment of community.


If anything it felt like Fight Club.


I finished my classes.


Then I packed my bags, got on a flight, and came home.


I had tried, but it was NOT for me.


When I got home my Mother immediately made sure I did something else. She made me take the GRE.


f I wasn't going to be a lawyer, than I was going to be a MASTER of something.


Yet once again I found myself not sure of what I really wanted to do.


Turns out it was to TEACH criminal law.


So I got my masters degree in Education.


If I couldn't be Elle Woods, I would be Cynthia Foust.


Criminal law teacher extraordinaire, with a great wardrobe, I would like to add.


I guess I ended up being legally blonde after all.

So while things didn't go as planned, I guess they went as intended.


Something I am learning about life.


John Lennon was right, Life is What Happens While Making Other Plans.


Xoxo,

C.





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