I have been thinking a lot lately about the kind of person I
want to be. As quickly as I am
getting to know the people around me, they are morphing into “lawyers.” I see people quickly changing around me
and I sense changes in myself also.
While my confidence is growing in my ability to do this, the “fireball”
(as my grandpa used to call me) inside of me has made several appearances in
the last few weeks. Many people
may not know this about me but my family will tell you that I really get fired
up about certain things, like “mother bear” fired up. In law school, many see that as weakness. Emotion is weakness. And I have been mulling that over in my
mind obsessively. Last week, the best
interest of a child was disregarded in a court of law and I became
furious. Furious! I yelled at my friends because they
were so busy telling me how the law works and why and policy and facts and
everything else. I told them that
I am in all the same classes that they are so if they can’t take the moment to
let me be truly angry with a broken aspect of the system, they need to stop
talking to me. I also became
enraged when, in a mock client negotiation, the opposing team behaved very
unethically rather than act professionally.
I am not saying there is anything wrong with my
extraordinary and inspiring colleagues.
And I still believe in the judicial system. The issue that has been surfacing is “who do I want to
be?” I am old enough and strong
enough to know when my surroundings are attempting to mold me into something
and only I will decide if I am going to become pliable to the shaping. I love learning about the law. I love learning how to find it,
interpret it, work within the confines of it and I hope to one day be
instrumental in furthering it.
However, I do not want to lose touch with who I am and why I am here. I am not here to win. I am not here for just the facts. I am not here to separate myself from
any emotional response. I want to
be the woman that cries for an unseen child. I want to be the person who fights back against injustices. I want to see the homeless man on the
street and not just look the other way.
I want to believe a stranger’s story. I want to keep the part of me that compelled me through the
doors of SU Law in the first place.
I honestly believe I can be a good lawyer and an empathetic, passionate
woman simultaneously.
I believe it too. Love that you are my big sis. Love you.
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