If you read my previous series of posts starting here, you know that I almost never even pursued my dream of being a civil rights litigator. BigLaw was just such an easy path. Put me on that automatic walkway, let me rake in the big bucks, and I’d figure the rest out later. Right?
Reading the recommendation letter from my law school Property professor – whose letter I was discouraged from getting because the professor wasn’t “distinguished enough,” Property wasn’t an “important enough” class, and I had only gotten a P (the Harvard version of a B) on my final exam – set me back on my path. I called up BigLaw law firm and graciously explained that I would be rescinding my acceptance of their offer to pursue a career in civil rights.
Little did I know how up and down the next nine months would be. Little did I know that the job I wanted was something I could have waited to apply for as my clerkship was ending. And little did I know that I had almost lost out on that job because of my lack of patience.
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