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GillianHoSecondEssay 7 - 16 May 2023 - Main.MichaelPari
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Returning to Law School in the Fall | | | Returning to Law School
Returning to law school in the fall is daunting, particularly when confronted with the vast and endless possibilities. But with two years to explore options and experiment with few risks attached, I am determined to make my own guideposts as I craft a practice that will unify my interests in the law with the life I would like to lead in future. By taking classes and participating in clinics that use the law as a window to other aspects of life, I hope to better understand how others have used their imagination to carve out paths that lie outside of the checkboxes Columbia has neatly laid out for us. Through speaking to a range of legal practitioners or individuals who have obtained law degrees, I hope to understand how others have identified balanced compromises with their non-negotiable priorities. But most importantly, through questioning myself as to what I value most, I hope to then use my imagination to try and piece together a life with happiness. A happiness that I can take creative ownership of without solely deferring to the definitions and structures that I have unthinkingly examined and abided by all my life. A happiness that I can call my own.
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Hi Gillian! Thought this was a very interesting account of your law school reflections. I've also dealt with similar thoughts regarding my family's ROI on my being here, and their constant stories of them telling other people in our life what I'm up to, always pridefully. Especially as an only child, I feel the pressure I put on myself to live up to that image. One of the more daunting aspects of next semester is also the one that excites me the most. Actually being able to choose all of our classes presents a great opportunity compared with the rigid structure of our 1L courseload. However, it's also daunting realizing that I need to structure my remaining classes around my existing interests and new areas I'd like to explore, rather than just taking torts, civpro, and contracts because I've been assigned them. I hope that the road ahead ends up being more fulfilling than that of the sixth-year associate in Lawyerland who was the only one that didn't realize he wouldn't progress to the next level. That said, I'm happy to be here, especially given the versatility of a law degree, and getting to choose my own schedule has me feeling optimistic. Thanks for sharing!
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GillianHoSecondEssay 6 - 04 May 2023 - Main.GillianHo
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Returning to Law School in the Fall | | | The Question Itself | |
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> | Over the course of the semester, Eben has consistently challenged us to think of whether we would return to law school, and if so, why. Instinctual responses to this question included the time, money, and tears I had already committed to gaining entry into Columbia Law, the thrill of the intellectual challenge that law school posed, job security and income stability, the pragmatism of having a law degree regardless of whether one wants to work in the legal industry, and finally, my family’s pride and satisfying their return on investment. Returning to law school was a foregone conclusion. | | | | |
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< | However, when Eben opened office hours with “What can I do for you? Why are you here?”, I was taken aback. I scrambled for what I had written in my law school application—creating accessibility to the law for those who had been obstructed by cultural and linguistic barriers—yet they rang false as I could see no way in which the path Columbia had set out for me nor my experiences in this past year have led to the fulfillment of this desire. I gawped, unable to answer the simplest question demanded of any law student. Suddenly, I was forced to seriously confront the question of why I was here, let alone why I would even come back in the fall. | >
> | However, when Eben opened office hours with “What can I do for you? Why are you here?”, I was taken aback. I scrambled for what I had written in my law school application—creating accessibility to the law for those who had been obstructed by cultural and linguistic barriers—yet it rang false: I could see no way in which the paths Columbia has set out for me nor my experiences in this past year have led to the fulfillment of this desire. I gawped, unable to answer the simplest question demanded of any law student. Suddenly, I was forced to seriously confront the question of why I was here, let alone why I would even come back in the fall. | | | Choosing Free Will | |
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> | At every step of my education, whether through formal instruction at school or through culturally-imparted teachings, my perception of fulfillment and happiness was conditioned to be the satisfaction of certain “checkboxes”, possession of hallmarks of success, and adherence to tried and true paths. The neuroticism with which I chased down these checked boxes led me to “success” after “success.” It brought me to Columbia, after which I would attain a job in Big Law, likely get married at 28, have children, and subsequently place my own children on the cursus honorum. However, as we read Joseph’s Lawyerland and encountered characters who had also followed the well-worn path to prestigious careers, I began to recognize the dissonance between the characters’ aspirations of what they had set out to do in law with their achievements in myself. Like them, I had been so busy ticking the checkboxes and constructing a neat framework for my life that I failed to see that all I had done was trap many of my original goals and desires into a self-contained gilded cage. Suddenly, it seemed like this purported path to success and fulfillment would instead obstruct or contradict the very things that I had personally thought would bring me joy. | | | | |
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< | But like the prisoners in Plato's cave, why would one wish to leave what they knew as reality—even if that reality were a gilded cage—and confront the looming depths and unknown malevolence of the unknown? Instead of unboxing the various selves I had hidden away, perhaps I could wait until some revelation happened upon me within the confines of the cage itself. However, I was quickly reminded of life's brevity when I rushed onto a 16-hour flight to be my grandmother's bedside. There was a certain irony in my grieving for my grandmother's helpless fight against her fate and my resignation to go along with what formal education, my family, and my culture had deemed fated for me. In relinquishing my free will and allowing institutions to dictate my future, I became my grandmother—helplessly hoping and waiting as my life proceeded and withered before my eyes. | >
> | But like the prisoners in Plato's cave, why would one wish to leave what they knew as reality—even if that reality were a gilded cage—and confront the looming depths and malevolence of the unknown? Instead of unboxing the various selves I had hidden away, perhaps I could wait until some revelation happened upon me within the confines of the cage itself. However, I was quickly reminded of life's brevity when I rushed onto a 16-hour flight to be my grandmother's bedside. There was a certain irony in my grieving for my grandmother's helpless fight against her fate and my resignation to go along with what formal education, my family, and my culture had deemed fated for me. In relinquishing my free will and allowing institutions to dictate my future, I became my grandmother—helplessly hoping and waiting as my life proceeded and withered before my eyes. | | | Approaching Free Will with Creativity | |
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> | Throughout this year, I told my friends that one of my takeaways from 1L classes was that Originalism was one of the laziest methods of legal interpretation, as justices who followed that path only thought creatively within the confines of the legislation and judicial precedents written by dead hands. Regardless of whether one agrees with this statement or not, it would be hypocritical for me to call these justices lazy given that I had essentially taken the same approach to my life. If I was now choosing to embrace my free will, I cannot simply examine the institutions around me and idly follow guideposts to a stable destination. Instead, I must take the initiative to communicate frankly with my selves, including those which I had cast aside in pursuit of checkboxes, and understand the origins of my ideas of fulfillment and how I could manifest them with my legal education. Then, reconciliation. The instinctual responses I gave as to why I would return to law school still remain valid. Although Columbia’s proposed Big Law path is one way of achieving them, I must challenge myself to use my imagination to try and create an alternative practice where my happiness and concrete goals can be compatible. | | | Returning to Law School | |
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GillianHoSecondEssay 5 - 03 May 2023 - Main.GillianHo
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Returning to Law School in the Fall | | | Over the course of the semester, Eben has consistently challenged us to think of whether we would return to law school, and if so, why. Instinctual responses to this question included the time, money and tears I had already committed to gaining entry into Columbia Law, the thrill of the intellectual challenge that law school posed, job security and income stability, the pragmatism of having a law degree regardless of whether one wants to work in the legal industry, and finally, my family’s pride and satisfying their return on investment. Returning to law school was a foregone conclusion. | |
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> | However, when Eben opened office hours with “What can I do for you? Why are you here?”, I was taken aback. I scrambled for what I had written in my law school application—creating accessibility to the law for those who had been obstructed by cultural and linguistic barriers—yet they rang false as I could see no way in which the path Columbia had set out for me nor my experiences in this past year have led to the fulfillment of this desire. I gawped, unable to answer the simplest question demanded of any law student. Suddenly, I was forced to seriously confront the question of why I was here, let alone why I would even come back in the fall. | | | Choosing Free Will | |
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> | At every step of my education, whether through formal instruction at school or through community, cultural or family-imparted teachings, my perception of fulfillment and happiness was conditioned to be the satisfaction of certain “checkboxes”, possession of hallmarks of success, and adherence to tried and true paths. The neuroticism with which I chased down these checked boxes led me to “success” after “success.” It brought me to Columbia, after which I would attain a job in Big Law, probably get married at 28, have children, and subsequently place my own children on the cursus honorum. However, as we read Joseph’s Lawyerland and encountered characters who had also followed the well-worn path to prestigious careers, I began to recognize the dissociation between the characters’ aspirations of what they had set out to do in law with their achievements in myself. Like them, I had been so busy ticking the checkboxes and constructing a neat framework for my life that I failed to see that all I had done was construct a gilded cage in which many of my original goals and desires have been trapped. Suddenly, it seemed like this purported path to success and fulfillment would instead obstruct or contradict the very things that I had personally thought would bring me joy. | | | | |
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> | But like the prisoners in Plato's cave, why would one wish to leave what they knew as reality—even if that reality were a gilded cage—and confront the looming depths and unknown malevolence of the unknown? Instead of unboxing the various selves I had hidden away, perhaps I could wait until some revelation happened upon me within the confines of the cage itself. However, I was quickly reminded of life's brevity when I rushed onto a 16-hour flight to be my grandmother's bedside. There was a certain irony in my grieving for my grandmother's helpless fight against her fate and my resignation to go along with what formal education, my family, and my culture had deemed fated for me. In relinquishing my free will and allowing institutions to dictate my future, I became my grandmother—helplessly hoping and waiting as my life proceeded and withered before my eyes. | | | Approaching Free Will with Creativity |
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GillianHoSecondEssay 4 - 01 May 2023 - Main.GillianHo
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Returning to Law School in the Fall | | | However, when Eben opened office hours with “What can I do for you? Why are you here?”, I was taken aback. I scrambled for what I had written in my law school application about creating accessibility to the law for those who had been obstructed by cultural and linguistic barriers, but they rang false as I could see no way in which the path Columbia had set out for me nor my experiences in this past year had led to the fulfillment of this desire. I gawped, unable to answer the simplest question demanded of any law student. Suddenly, I was forced to seriously confront the question of why I was here, let alone why I would even come back in the fall. | |
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At every step of my education, whether through formal instruction at school or through community, cultural or family-imparted teachings, my perception of fulfillment and happiness was conditioned to be the satisfaction of certain “checkboxes”, possession of hallmarks of success, and adherence to tried and true paths. The neuroticism with which I chased down these checked boxes led me to “success” after “success.” It brought me to Columbia, after which I would attain a job in Big Law, probably get married at 28, have children, and keep moving place my own children on the cursus honorum. However, as we read Joseph’s Lawyerland and encountered characters who had also followed the well-worn path to prestigious careers, I began to recognize the dissociation between the characters’ aspirations of what they had set out to do in law with their achievements in myself. Like them, I had been so busy ticking the checkboxes and constructing a neat framework for my life that I failed to see that all I had done was construct a gilded cage in which many of my original goals and desires have been trapped. How this purported path to success and fulfilment would instead, likely obstruct or contradict the very things that I personally thought would bring me joy.
But like the prisoners in Plato's cave, why would one wish to leave what they knew as reality—even if that reality were a golden cage—and confront the looming depths and unknown malevolence of the unknown? Instead of unboxing the various selves I had hidden away, perhaps I could wait until some revelation happened upon me within the confines of the cage itself. However, I was quickly reminded of life's brevity when I rushed onto a 16 hour flight to be my grandmother's bedside. There was certain irony in my grieving for my grandmother's helpless fight against her fated death and my willingness to go along with what formal education, my family and my culture had deemed fated for me. In relinquishing my free will and allowing institutions to dictate my future, I became my grandmother—helplessly hoping and waiting as my life proceeded and withered before my eyes.
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> | Throughout this year, I told my friends that one of my takeaways from 1L classes was that Originalism was one of the laziest methods of legal interpretation, as justices who followed that path only thought creatively within the confines of the legislation and judicial precedents written by dead hands. Regardless of whether one agrees with this statement or not, it would be hypocritical for me to call these justices lazy given that I had essentially taken the same approach to my life. If I was now choosing to embrace my free will, I cannot simply examine the institutions around me and idly follow guideposts to a stable destination. Instead, I must take communicate frankly with my selves, including those which I had cast aside in pursuit of checkboxes, and understand the origins of my ideas of fulfillment and how I could manifest them with my legal education. Then, reconciliation. The instinctual responses I gave as to why I would return to law school still remain valid. Although Columbia’s proposed Big Law path is one way of achieving them, I must challenge myself to use my imagination to try and create an alternative practice where my happiness and concrete goals can be compatible. | | | | |
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> | Returning to law school in the fall is daunting, particularly when confronted with the vast and endless possibilities. But with two years left where I can explore options and experiment with few risks attached, I am determined to make my own guideposts as I craft a practice that will unify my interests in the law with the life I would like to lead in future. Through taking classes and participating in clinics that use the law as a window to other aspects of life, I hope to better understand how others have used their imagination to carve out paths that lie outside of the checkboxes Columbia has neatly laid out for us. Through speaking to a range of legal practitioners or individuals who have obtained law degrees, I hope to understand how others have identified balanced compromises with their non-negotiable priorities. But most importantly, through questioning myself as to what I value most, I hope to then use my imagination to try and piece together a life with happiness. A happiness that I can take creative ownership of without solely deferring to the definitions and structures that I have unthinkingly examined and abided by all my life. A happiness that I can call my own. |
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GillianHoSecondEssay 3 - 30 Apr 2023 - Main.GillianHo
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Returning to Law School in the Fall | | | The Question Itself | |
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> | Over the course of the semester, Eben has consistently challenged us to think of whether we would return to law school, and if so, why. Instinctual responses to this question included the time, money and tears I had already committed to gaining entry into Columbia Law, the thrill of the intellectual challenge that law school posed, job security and income stability, the pragmatism of having a law degree regardless of whether one wants to work in the legal industry, and finally, my family’s pride and satisfying their return on investment. Returning to law school was a foregone conclusion. | | | | |
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> | However, when Eben opened office hours with “What can I do for you? Why are you here?”, I was taken aback. I scrambled for what I had written in my law school application about creating accessibility to the law for those who had been obstructed by cultural and linguistic barriers, but they rang false as I could see no way in which the path Columbia had set out for me nor my experiences in this past year had led to the fulfillment of this desire. I gawped, unable to answer the simplest question demanded of any law student. Suddenly, I was forced to seriously confront the question of why I was here, let alone why I would even come back in the fall. | | | | |
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> | At every step of my education, whether through formal instruction at school or community, cultural or family-imparted teachings, my perception of fulfillment and happiness was conditioned to be the satisfaction of certain “checkboxes”, possession of hallmarks of success, and adherence to tried and true paths. The neuroticism with which I chased down these checked boxes led me to “success” after “success.” It brought me to Columbia, after which I would attain a good job in Big Law, probably get married at 28, have children, and keep moving forward along the cursus honorum. However, as we read Joseph’s Lawyerland and encountered characters who had also followed the well-worn path to prestigious careers, I began to recognize the dissociation between the characters’ aspirations of what they had set out to do in law with their achievements in myself. Like them, I had been so busy ticking the checkboxes and constructing a neat framework for my life that I failed to see that all I had done was construct a gilded cage in which many of my original goals and desires have been trapped. How this purported path to success and fulfilment would instead, likely obstruct or contradict the very things that I personally thought would bring me joy. | | | | |
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The Confrontation
In interrogating the underlying motivations and influences of the reasons I typically gave to “Why Law School”, I was soon confronted with the realization that many of these reasons were a result of what I had been told that I should want. The ability to give back to my family after all the time and financial support they had given me, recognition from my peers and my parents’ peers for my abilities (as signaled by institutions attended and jobs held), the demonstration of productivity, amongst others. Yet none of these reasons had anything to do with what I wanted. Even if they felt “right”, these were values or desires that had been passed down to me, through my family’s thinking and the cultural ideologies that surrounded me. I finally realized that after twenty-five years of life, I have no idea what I want or where I want to go. Preoccupied with checking boxes, I had been chasing so many versions of what I could or should aspire to be that I had never fully considered what that path would lead to. I did not know why I was at law school, or why I should return in the fall—but at least now I knew to start asking the question instead of blindly checking boxes that I didn’t want to.
My Return
I will return to law school in the fall. But with two years left, I intend on trying to find my own reasons for being at Columbia Law School and use that knowledge to craft my future practice, whether in law or outside of it. Through taking classes and participating in clinics that use the law as a window to other aspects of life, I hope to better understand the range of possibilities that lie outside of the checkboxes Columbia has neatly laid out for us. Through speaking to more legal practitioners about their own practices, I hope to start formulating an idea of what my practice (whether in the law or ultimately not) should look like and how I can begin planning for it.
More importantly, I would like to take law school as a time in which I can communicate frankly with myself before life begins laying more distracting checkboxes that I will inevitably be tempted to tick without thinking. Law school had been appealing as a prestigious and practical (albeit expensive) time during which I could buy time to figure my life out. I had hoped that some truth or realization would come to me during this “bought time”, and if not, while I plugged away at the Big Law job Columbia would line up for me. As a multi-faceted individual, I would like to put the different facets of myself in conversation with one another to truly understand what would make me happy. My largest takeaway from Law in Contemporary Society is that happiness and satisfaction are not equivalent to comfort and security. The easy route posed by Columbia’s Big Law path COULD be a way to happiness for me—but instead of settling for it because it satisfies what I have always been told is preferable, I should understand why it would satisfy and reconcile my different selves.
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Returning to Law School in the Fall
-- By GillianHo - 05 Apr 2023
The Question Itself
Over the course of the semester, Eben has consistently challenged us to think of whether we would return to law school, and if so, why. I used to scoff at these statements. In what realm would I not return to Columbia Law School? After committing two years of my life to a law firm, countless hours to the LSAT, and suffering through bouts of anxiety throughout the law school application process, how could I ever forgo the heights I scaled to gain a coveted spot here? How could I give up the promise of an income of $200,000-$250,000 a year and a stable immigration status? How would I meet my family’s eyes, after they had shown so much pride and happiness at this achievement? No. After I complete the grueling 1L year, I will return to enjoy the fruits of my labor for two more years before committing my life to Big Law, where I will inevitably undergo sleepless nights and frustrations. But it will be worth it.
However, when Eben opened office hours with “What can I do for you? Why are you here?”, I was taken aback. Somehow, all my reasons for attending law school dissipated in my head. I grasped for the thesis for my application to Columbia and other cookie-cutter responses I was accustomed to giving, but they suddenly rang false and unconvincing. I gawped at him, unable to answer the simplest question demanded of any law student. Suddenly, I was forced to seriously confront the question of why I was here, let alone why I would even come back in the fall.
Overcoming the Fear of Confrontation
After office hours, I tried to bury these questions and continue with my studies as I had last semester. But it was unavoidable. I soon found myself sitting in my doctrinal classes asking why I was even there. Compounded with a reminder of life’s brevity through my grandmother’s deteriorating health, I realized that I could no longer set aside the question in the hopes of some miraculous revelation.
Origins of My Fear
I was terribly afraid. Afraid of unboxing years of neatly packed boxes that had given me a nice framework for my life, a tested path of checkboxes that I had to tick and move onto. Eben had called it a gilded cage. But why would anyone wish to leave a gilded cage, a known evil, to confront the looming depths and unknown malevolence of the unknown? There was no telling what I would find if I unboxed the various selves I had hidden away, but I was also no longer comfortable with ignorance.
The Confrontation
In interrogating the underlying motivations and influences of the reasons I typically gave to “Why Law School”, I was soon confronted with the realization that many of these reasons were a result of what I had been told that I should want. The ability to give back to my family after all the time and financial support they had given me, recognition from my peers and my parents’ peers for my abilities (as signaled by institutions attended and jobs held), the demonstration of productivity, amongst others. Yet none of these reasons had anything to do with what I wanted. Even if they felt “right”, these were values or desires that had been passed down to me, through my family’s thinking and the cultural ideologies that surrounded me. I finally realized that after twenty-five years of life, I have no idea what I want or where I want to go. Preoccupied with checking boxes, I had been chasing so many versions of what I could or should aspire to be that I had never fully considered what that path would lead to. I did not know why I was at law school, or why I should return in the fall—but at least now I knew to start asking the question instead of blindly checking boxes that I didn’t want to.
My Return
I will return to law school in the fall. But with two years left, I intend on trying to find my own reasons for being at Columbia Law School and use that knowledge to craft my future practice, whether in law or outside of it. Through taking classes and participating in clinics that use the law as a window to other aspects of life, I hope to better understand the range of possibilities that lie outside of the checkboxes Columbia has neatly laid out for us. Through speaking to more legal practitioners about their own practices, I hope to start formulating an idea of what my practice (whether in the law or ultimately not) should look like and how I can begin planning for it.
More importantly, I would like to take law school as a time in which I can communicate frankly with myself before life begins laying more distracting checkboxes that I will inevitably be tempted to tick without thinking. Law school had been appealing as a prestigious and practical (albeit expensive) time during which I could buy time to figure my life out. I had hoped that some truth or realization would come to me during this “bought time”, and if not, while I plugged away at the Big Law job Columbia would line up for me. As a multi-faceted individual, I would like to put the different facets of myself in conversation with one another to truly understand what would make me happy. My largest takeaway from Law in Contemporary Society is that happiness and satisfaction are not equivalent to comfort and security. The easy route posed by Columbia’s Big Law path COULD be a way to happiness for me—but instead of settling for it because it satisfies what I have always been told is preferable, I should understand why it would satisfy and reconcile my different selves.
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