uhh fuck you?

While I totally understand what you’re saying, I disagree with the idea that lawyers only do it for the money. I want to be a lawyer for a few very specific reasons, and money isn’t one of them. Quite the opposite, in fact, since I’ll be paying off my law school loans ‘til the day I die.

Reasons Claire Wants To Be A Lawyer:

• I don’t really believe in the law. I certainly don’t like the law. The idea of one person wielding any sort of involuntary authority over another sickens me. How to defeat this? Throwing bricks at Starbucks and burning down police stations would only land my ass in jail. The best way to fight the system is to make sure that the law has no grip over other people- that they can do what they want and not fear government intervention. So, I decided to become a criminal defense attorney. Unlike prosecuters, I don’t want to protect the law. I want to protect people from the law.
• I am a pretty eloquent person. (Well, not so much over tumblr, but I am in the real world.) You know how some people are scared of public speaking? I thrive on public speaking. I get an adrenaline rush from giving an impassioned soliloquy in front of hundreds of waiting ears. Other than a politician, (which I may very well end up being) what job is better suited for this than a lawyer?
• I care about politics. Playing a part in the enforcement (or lack thereof) of law and order is fascinating to me. I could sit behind a desk, reading about a drug possession arrest, or I could actually be out there doing something about it.
• If I don’t have a career that gives me an outlet for my argumentative personality, I will either spontaneously combust or end up in prison for assault and battery on the first person who brought up “globalization” or “worker’s rights”.

This career means a lot to me. Enough that I’m willing to spend 7 years in college and spend my life eradicating the ensuing debt. Not only musicians care about what they do.

well, um. okay. i guess i was a little harsh on the lawyers side. i just think it's a little ridiculous what my mom has to pay to get away from my dad. it's not fair. BUT HEY. DAS ME. be a lawyer. do your thang, honey.

why am i like.. kind of mad she has a different opinion? i don't know. she's right. it's fine.

angry savannah just has to say: "I HATED YOU IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL AND I HATE YOU NOW. YOU USE TO PLAY CELLO AND YOU SUCKED THAT'S WHY YOU'RE BEING A LAWYER. YOU'RE PRETENTIOUS. DIE." haha whoaa now.

i remember i wanted to get my yearbook signed by everyone in fourth grade. but i hated this person's guts. so i was like.. "i still hate you. but can you sign my yearbook?" it was awesome. and she did.

ODC WORST YEARS OF MY LIFE. ish.