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I ride the Metro to work every day and people will sit on the Metro and have a conversation on their cell phones at normal volume as if everyone sitting the car wants to hear all about their life or even worse that they want to know about their work or personal ‘issues.” Have we lost all sense of privacy or are we so self-centered that we have become oblivious to people around us and having respect for their right to enjoy the ride on the Metro in quiet. I have lost track of how many conversations that I have overheard in the grocery store, including someone obviously arguing with an ex in a nasty divorce. I grew up hearing the phrases “don’t air your dirty laundry” and “what will the neighbors think?” It used to be that personal conversations were private conversations that you kept…well…private. You held your conversations inside the house or inside your car. I don’t want to hear about how hungover you are as you ride to work. Nor do I want to hear you argue with your ex about who gets to keep the Prkey Pig china set in the middle of the soup aisle, or even worse hear all about your medical “issues” as you contemplate the different options of cereal. I’m sure no one else does either.
I can see the generational difference on the Metro. The oldest generation, the pre-Baby Boomers, hardly ever talk on their phones. If they do, it is a short conversation. “Hi. I just left station X. bye” *click* and the conversation is usually done in a whisper. Then you have the Baby Boomers who might or might not have a conversation, but it is usually carried on at a lower volume and not about anything too personal. Then you have Gen X and the Millenials. They are the boisterous crowd. You hear both their phone conversations and in person conversations no matter where you are in the car.
Why is there this change through the generations? Is because the younger generations are growing up with loose rules? Or because no one is teaching them good manners? Or is because they are used to an online world and so figure the transparency applies to everything they do? Or are they just so self-centered they are oblivious to others? Or, do they just not care?
My parents can tell me exactly where they were and what they were doing the day JFK was shot. I will always remember where I was on 9/11. I had spent the summer in New York City studying ballet at the Joffrey Ballet School in their beautiful studios on the corner of 11th and 6th Avenue (aka Avenue of the Americas). That was my third summer there. I knew the city well enough to feel comfortable running around by myself. I had come to love that city for the cultural opportunities, the Arts that it was home to, and craziness of the city! I had been to the top of the Twin Towers and seen the view from up there. My parents, who had come out to see me perform, and I boarded a plane back to California exactly one month before 9/11. It had never crossed my mind to be concerned about my safety during the flight.
My summer continued on as normal, attending second summer session at my university, taking ballet class, and hanging out. Then one morning, one fateful morning, I was asleep at the home of my boyfriend at the time, and my cell phone rings. It was my mother. Deciding that it was too early to have a conversation with her, i let it go to voicemail. She called back again, and then a third time. It was then that I knew something must be wrong. I listened to her voicemail telling me that a plane had been hijacked and flown into one of the Twin Towers. I couldn’t believe it. I thought she had flipped her lid. I called her back and first thing she said was to turn on the tv. I did….and never moved. All day I watched the news, watching the planes fly into the towers over, and over, and over again.
As I watched people helping others from the wreckage, I noticed everyone was covered in dust. Everyone looked the same and everyone felt the same pain. For awhile, the nation was drawn together to help in a time of great need. The lines were erased. Differences set aside. We came together as a nation.
I will never forget where I was, how I felt or what I saw.
Where were you?
All of you who have been faithfully following Law School Bound, we have moved!! The blog is now located at my website: http://www.paralegalassociates.org so y’all need to shuffle on over there!!
**Update 9/14/09** After much debating, thought, consideration, and any other synonyms you can come up with to add to this list, I have made some decisions regarding my blog. This one here, which used to be “Law School Bound”, is no “Evolutionary Life” is my personal blog and can include…..well, anything. My professional blog “Paralegal Associates” is located on my business’ website and will have posts that relate to law, paralegals and a few posts regarding business and social media. Hope you enjoy them both.
I am working as a freelance paralegal. I report to an actual brick and morter (well, I’m actually not sure what it is made out of, but we will use it for this example) office three days per week. Rest of the time I work from home or the school library (but with the swine flu I have been avoiding the library like the plague).
The hardest part, for me, of being a freelancer is saying No to myself.
There are so many things to do. Twitter, linkedin, facebook, update lead sheets, general contracts, work for my various clients, figure out how to create a website, my blog, my fiction and my poetry. I am sitting here, at 10:15pm and I haven’t even opened my books for school yet. I have been working all day. I went to the office and worked. Then my father and I went over some aspects of my business that needed tending to. Then I bought an alarm clock (mine died this morning), had dinner, did some research for a blog post. And now, here it is after 10pm. I haven’t even looked at my LSAT prep books in 2 months and I take the test in September. That seems like a lot of time, but trust me….it’s not. Everything is riding on that score.
I don’t have a scheduling issue. I am great at creating schedules and assigning time slots to everything. I am incredibly organized. I live for the Franklin Covey store. I am just terrible at telling myself to shut things down, turn things off and focus. I try to jusify it as networking or whatever. Really, I just can’t say No to myself.
I should be writing my paper for legal history on where law is a reflection of societal changes between the Civil War and WWI, but I feel like writing a post instead. The paper cane wait. It’s not due until Monday. Panic hasn’t set in yet.
So, as some of my followers may know (what? I have followers?!), I have started taking ballet classes again, allowing ballet and dance back into my life after almost 4 months off. It was physically painful to go back. Now, the pain has gone and my body has accepted the fact that I am dancing again, and my soul is singing. As I dance, I can’t help but smile. It is great to just move, and feel pretty, or whatever the music demands of me. To jump and turn and push myself. It’s amazing. This has also led me to long to perform again. What’s the point of trying to master a performing art if you don’t perform it???
So, that brings me to my current dilemma. I have been told it is one or the other, dance or law, black or white, left or right, path one or path two. You can’t have both so pick one and stick with it (I’m terrible at making a decision when it comes to dance vs anything else in life). So, I say “why should I have to choose?” I demand grey!!! Why can’t the two paths mesh togeher? i want to be a freelance attorney and dance for contemporary dance companies. Just because I don’t know if anyone who has managed to pull it off doesn’t mean it can’t be done. I know that dancer’s have a clock ticking, telling them they are getting too old, but contemporary dancers last longer. I know law school is expensive, but if there is a will there is a way.
Eventually I have to pick something to fight for. I guess now is a good time as any to start. So, I pick this. The road to law school just got to so much more complicated.
Impulsive is defined as:
- proceeding from natural feeling or impulse without external stimulus; “an impulsive gesture of affection”
- without forethought; “letting him borrow her car was an impulsive act that she immediately regretted”
- driving: having the power of driving or impelling; “a driving personal ambition”; “the driving force was his innate enthusiasm”; “an impulsive force”
- capricious: determined by chance or impulse or whim rather than by necessity or reason; “a capricious refusal”; “authoritarian rulers are frequently capricious”; “the victim of whimsical persecutions”
- hotheaded: characterized by undue haste and lack of thought or deliberation
I wanted the OED definition, but you have to pay for it (Guys, the way to my heart is to buy me the OED dictionary, new edition just came out. Man, I am a geek).
Anyway, the point of this is is that I just had a solicitation to come visit someone who is going to be traveling in Arizona, which is close to where I am in California. But I hesitate. Why? Take cost out of the picture, say the trip were free or that I hd money to burn. Either way, cost not a factor. (considering my main reason for hesitating is cost..ha!) Why do I hesitate? Because I don’t really know this person or because I lack a certain amount of impulsiveness? Or is it because I have boundaries? What causes other people to act on a whim, while yet others are cautious and think before they act?
I am a hypocrite. I really can’t believe that I am, but it is true. There have been blogs posts about work/life balance and making time for things you want and does Generation Y attend places of worship, etc. I have read these posts, enjoyed them and the comments that follow. I have even left comments saying such things as “life is about choices” and “you have to make time for things you want” and even (and Jun Loayza’s favorite) “then you pull an all-nighter to catch up.”
I backed out of a soccer game. It was to be my first game with the team, a try-out if you will, and then I backed out the day of the game. I had spent all morning doing taxes, applying for contract positions, etc, etc and didn’t even start my homework until 1pm and I was waaay behind on the reading for the class. So, I backed out. Then I realized that I couldn’t remember the last time I had been to church, something I value and yet don’t make time for. Who am I to leave comments for other people, when I don’t even practice what I preach??
Hypocrisy is something I can’t stand in other people. I was a dance major and tried to make a go of it professionally, so I know fake when I see it (or at least like to think that I do). It drives me crazy, and yet here I am faced with it in myself. I feel…hollow.