This little rugrat had no idea she had another 19 years of schooling ahead of her. Poor thing.
In all truthfulness, little Allison up there, rat tail and all, loved school. She still does. I feel very lucky to have been able to study what I'm interested in, regardless of how many years it took. After working for a few years after undergrad, I was itching to get back. I knew I needed to do back. Not necessarily to be in the world of academia, but more so to get me to where I wanted to be. For what doors it could open.
I know we hear so much today about the value of post-secondary education, what your earning potential will be, and how we have the most highly educated barristas in our coffee shops. I hate those conversations. Yes, I went to university to get a job. Yes, I went because there was pressure from my family. But looking back, university has given me way more than the money I paid for it. It has shaped the person I am, the thinker I've become, and the way I look at the world. You can't put a dollar figure on that. My parents have the eternal debate about science vs. humanities. You see, my dad is a scientist and my mom is an artist. Which type of education is more valuable? For me, any education and training is valuable. I went the humanities route, my sister went the science route. In the end, I don't care what you study, just try something. You might find out it's not for you, but you might also find your passion. If it takes you years to get there, that's more than OK. Even if you never end up working in the field that you went to school for, I believe the education experience is invaluable.
I am happy my parents pushed me into the university path years ago. Maybe if I wasn't academically inclined, they wouldn't have. But let's be real, I'm definitely one to take the easy road when I can, so I'm happy they didn't let me off the hook and kept me on track throughout high school.
I am happy they weren't able to afford to send me to university with all expenses paid. I busted my ass throughout university to be able to pay for it, and I think I'm better off because of it. It taught me the value of money, what my priorities were, and how to really budget. It made me appreciate my education because I was paying for it. It mattered to me if I was wasting my time because I would be wasting my own money - not someone else's.
I actually didn't tell my parents I was applying to law school until I had done it. I didn't really tell anyone except a few friends and Brock. At the time, I was working a very demanding job and knew I didn't love it enough to put up with a lot of the BS that was going on. To get out, I needed to go back to school. Of course, I decided this way too close to the application deadline, but I went for it anyway. I signed up for the LSAT, bought some prep books, wrote my law school applications, and sent everything in within three weeks.
My application was out of my hands by the time I wrote my LSAT 7 weeks later, so there wasn't really anything I could change on that front. My LSAT score was the last piece of the puzzle. And it really didn't fit. I bombed it. Bombed it as in, probably the worst score I've ever gotten on an exam. In my head I was out. The chances of me getting into school for September were slim. Very slim.
But I did. I only got into one law school I applied to, but that's all that matters. That one school was going to get me what I wanted.
Law school has been such a steep learning curve, but I have no regrets. It really isn't as bad as people make it out to be. I've enjoyed most of my time back at school. Yes, I'd rather be working, but this year I'm going to soak it all in. I'm going to soak it in because it's probably going to be my last year of school. And really, students have it made. Seriously, when else can you wake up at
So that brings me to today, my last first day of school. I find that hard to swallow. Law school has flown by. It's probably the quickest two years I can remember. That being said, I doubt third year will be any different. So I'm going to enjoy it.
I guess the whole take away from this long-winded post is this: don't shy away from education. Don't think you're not smart enough, that you don't have the time, that you're too old, or tell yourself that you can't afford to go. Do whatever you need to do make it happen. If you want it badly enough and work hard enough, you can do it. It's worth the effort.