divine angst

Snarf.

Today, after my last interview of the day, I went to the big ladies room in the law school to change out of my suit. It was seriously hot down there, and I was in a HUGE hurry to take off my clothes.

So there I was, skirt halfway off, when the door opened behind me and in walked a Brand New One L. She stopped, put her hand over her mouth, and her eyes got REALLY WIDE. I am hoping this was just out of sheer shock, rather than out of, oh, I don’t know, disgust at seeing my tushy, but it was still pretty funny. I apologized, explained that I was changing clothes, and she stammered something about how nice the big ladies room was and scooted right on out of there.

By far, the BEST way to welcome new law students to campus, I think.

This whole OCI process is completely weird. No matter how much perspective you say you’ll retain, you still get completely caught up in it. You start to validate yourself based on what you talked about with the interviewer, how many questions he or she asked, whether or not you got a callback yet. It’s completely stupid.

But it is the way things work, and if I want to do the kind of work I want to do, this process is one of the only ways to get there. So I let myself get excited about this or that or the other, but all the while try to remind myself that nothing about ME has changed since Monday, or since I met that person, or got that phone call. I am still the same. I might feel good about myself NOW, but I could just as easily feel like crap tomorrow. The ups and downs prove that this process really just can’t affect who I am.