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I personally figured it out when I was in 7th grade. A kid tried to extort my lunch money from me in my math class. I ended up writing a contract with him stating how much I would give him per day and I even had him co-sign the agreement. A day later I told him that if he tried anything like that again, I'd take the contract to the principal. Worked like a charm.
The funnier the better.
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I have always had a mind for logic and argumentation. I also have always had a mind for rules and regulations. It was a natural fit.
lambchop!!
Very disturbing...
@2543 at least this one!
I bet that look gets all the ladies.
@2543
@vduran1988561 O_O...// Crown Attorney's office...sounds so regal. Is it weird that I can imagine you running around in some palatial palace of adorned marble and with dozens of parchment scrolls clutched in your hands???
I just really like editing stuff and working on spreadsheets, so I figure there's an office out there that needs me. :P
Law was literally the only thing in high school that interested me and that I did really well in. After interning at the Crown Attorney's office after college, I could not get enough of being in the court house and sitting in on trials. My goal from thereon was to get my law degree and make a career at working with the Crown and making the court my second home.
@vduran1988561 Share your story!
A little more than a year ago ... I met a woman who was in her mid-30's after having had a successful career in a lobbyist who was a 2L. I remember looking up local law schools and wondering if it would be possible for me. Once I left that job and left SoCal, it all became much more real. I started meeting a lot of attorneys through my church and learning about what they do. The parts of their personalities and gifts that were a good fit for law mirrored my own in many cases. I didn't know what lawyers really did when I was younger and for some reason assumed it wasn't for me. Once I had learned more about myself and about the options within the profession, I realized it was what I was born to do. I became 100% sure of this when I had the opportunity to work with an attorney friend of mine on some pro bono cases. I ate it up. I'm made for this stuff.
I giggle a bit when people tell me they want to be an attorney for the money.
Ok. You got me. I giggle A LOT. ^o^
@fuzzybunny228853 So...I'll see you on a TED talk?! Can't wait.
:)
Just keep in mind this will get a lot worse before it ever gets better...
My intolerance of injustice and BS made the choice clear, and the passion ignited.
My boss invited me to watch the jury verdict of one of his trials. 3 accused were on trial for a bunch of charges related to drug trafficking/conspiracy to traffic drugs/possession/transportation. Of the 3, ours heard his fate last. I literally remember just sitting and watching his face as the guilty verdicts were laid against his two co-accused. And then I watched as his verdict of not guilty was said. I remember thinking that lawyers literally can change the course of people's lives in such a big way.
A day later I told him that if he tried to take anything like that again, I'd take the contract to the principal. Worked like a charm.
HAHA. You're gonna be one hell of a lawyer.
Bastards!!
@nye887085 Oh you mean this thing that they call a "belly button"? Yeah I think I have one too...and some other people that I know. We may be able to do a class-action law suit...
I remember the day vividly. It was August 8th 1970. I was just lying around in my womb…(I mean room), as I had been doing for the past 9 months, and all of a sudden I feel an intense pressure being squeezed around and upon my head. Within a few moments I found myself being forcefully extracted from my womb…(I mean room) like a stuffed animal from some Chuck E. Cheese’s crane game. Amid a convolution of screams and elations I found myself being hoisted up in the air in of a room full of strangers, naked and wet, blinded by a host of disorienting lights cradled in the very hands of the perpetrator who extracted me. To this day they tell me he was my “doctor”. But tell me this… would a doctor willingly cut his patient of from the only food source he had ever known? Every day I look at the scar he inflicted upon me upon my belly and count the days until I become a lawyer and can finally sue him for malpractice and exact the revenge which is so deserved him…… Oh, what’s that? He’s dead? Happy Birthday to Me!!!