After narrowly escaping death at the hands of an icy sidewalk tonight (I wiped out in front of three children and I think they almost expected me to cry, which I did, once safely inside my house, thank you very much), I got a call from my mom, letting me know that I'd been admitted to the University of Nevada Las Vegas's Sam Boyd School of Law, with a full scholarship . Needless to say, I peed myself.
Some might wonder what I was doing applying to a fifth-tier school in the first place, and that would be understandable. I guess it had something to do with me growing up in Vegas, and a little to do with me being afraid that I'd get rejected at all of the real schools, and a lot to do with hoping that a spot on the basketball team would be part of my financial aid package. Whatever the reason, it feels good to get love from my hometown.
And though I don't really see myself going at this point, I have to at least think about the fact that I could go to UNLV, live with my parents, and graduate from law school completely debt-free. I could stare blankly at my contracts reading while playing Scrabble with my grandmother, and maybe even host really swell socials at my house, where my professors would get a chance to talk to my parents about how I was performing in class. Hell, maybe I could even get my mom to drive me to school and pack a lunch and stuff. Man. That would be awesome. I'll have to sleep on it.
Bien vu
Posted by: msn messenger 7 | June 05, 2006 at 02:41 PM
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Posted by: abdoul | June 25, 2006 at 04:46 PM
It's actually the William S. Boyd School of Law, Sam is a different Boyd.
Posted by: | July 23, 2007 at 10:39 AM