So, I haven’t blogged in a very long time, as you’ve probably realized. I have found it difficult to write a post everyday, more out of inertia than anything else, because I have never been the diary type. Now school is starting up again on September 5th, so summer is quickly ending for me, and I feel it is appropriate to write down the important experiences this summer before I forget too much.
First off, I loved my internship at the law firm. It was a small law firm in Boston focused on eminent domain, but that also meant that I got a lot of personal attention. I even had my own office! (I doubt many interns get that!) Yes, I did have to get coffee once, but that was it. No, I had a great time, because the lawyer I was shadowing allowed me a lot of freedom to do what I wanted, including my hours. I was able to go to court with him, to see how it works first hand, but for the most part, I stayed in the office. There, I did a lot of organization and scanning, which might seem like menial labor, but I’m sort of an organization freak (not that my room is clean) so I actually enjoyed it, or at least wasn’t too bored (no more bored than any class I would be taking in school) I was able to see how a case was assembled from the beginning research to discovery to pleadings and court orders and correspondence and all the way to the final memorandum of decision. I was also even allowed to draft some pleadings, like a Pre-Trial Memorandum once, which was exciting. I have definitely gained invaluable insights into the workings of law through this, but nonetheless it hasn’t convinced me to become a lawyer. There is a lot of work, and besides paper there isn’t a lot to show for it. I guess that’s true of most white-collar jobs, so I shouldn’t be complaining. I realize that I probably will never be the type that gets the spontaneous and exciting careers in entertainment, because despite my rebelling and desire for independence, I do value stability too much and I’m not that ambitious. I have wished to become the President when I was little, but in truth, I know I will never be. I can piss off certain people too easily, and I definitely won’t be happy being the lap dog of special interest groups. There should be clean campaign finance laws on the federal level, but that’s a completely different topic, one which I will hopefully address in the future. As for the present, my parents are planning on inviting the lawyer I was shadowing over and his wife (through her and her connection to my dad, I was able to get the internship), and since he is only 30, he’s very young and relate-able (apparently relatable isn’t a word according to Mozilla Firefox spell check) to me.
Now to the other big topic, driving. Yes, now that I’m sixteen, I can drive! I’m actually doing driver’s education (in Massachusetts, I need 30 hours of classroom time) this week. The teacher is incredibly egotistical, and I do want to say incompetent or is he just senile? I’m not trying to insult him, but I just don’t take people seriously when they yell, even if it is about a valid point like how not paying attention in class could get us killed on the roads. With each excessive decibel, his credibility in my eyes drop as much, and after two days, he’s coming off as a crazy lunatic 60 year-old, who is way too obsessed with his motorcycle (he lecture’s us on motorcycle safety more than car safety, because he doesn’t want us to hurt old, crazy motorcycle riders like him). I do hope, I’ll never turn out to be like him. The bright part of the class is that many of the kids are actually in my grade at the public high school, so I know them, and I actually convinced a really close friend to go to the class with me, so I’m not totally bored. As for a somewhat good part is the corny driving videos that we watch that are from the 90’s. Ahh the 90’s, when times were good, and the government and General Motors actually had spare change laying around and spending it on safe driving videos for teenagers.
Also on a related note, my dad took me out to a parking lot today, and it was both exciting and frightening to be in the driver’s seat for the first time. I practiced my turns and loops, but not with too much speed, only stepping on the gas pedal occasionally (it is so sensitive!) and always hovering near the brakes. However as the hour of practice came to a close, I became more confident in my handling and was actually able to make quite a few tight turns , albeit at very low speeds. The greatest part of this experience was that my dad wasn’t yelling at me the whole time, and actually exuded encouragements and a little bit of pride in my ability to learn so quickly. I do hope this continues, because what I had feared most about my dad being in the car with me, was constant criticism, which I wouldn’t have been able too stand (I don’t take criticism well due to low self-esteem and would get very impatient after a constant barrage of it and yell at my dad which would definitely make it worse).
Wow, I’m really enjoying this format, in that it allows to write down my musings and experience and not be a crazy person by supposedly thinking aloud (I talk to myself a lot, and it bothers a lot of people). Now that I’ve rediscovered my interest with blogs, I’ll definitely try to do it more!