Chapter seven: Getting into law school

Fast forward twenty years, to my twenty-seventh year of life. The day I found out I was going to law school. It was pretty unremarkable. I was living in a second floor walk up in Brooklyn, a world away from where I came from when the big package arrived in the mail box. I knew immediately when I removed the package from the mail box that I had been accepted. Rejection letters never came in big envelopes. They came in small envelopes and where usually one-pagers, thin and abrupt. This envelope was huge, thick and lush. A big smile came over my face when I pulled it out and saw that it had come from New York Law School. It had been the only school I had applied to. And they wanted me. They had accepted me. I tore upstairs to call my parents, to tell them that my dream was coming true. I was heading to law school. I was going to be a lawyer.

I was a late acceptee. I had only a few weeks before the first day of school. It was almost as thrilling as my first day of kindergarten. Only this time I"d remember to wear my underpants. One would hope.