I'm starting my fourth week at my wonderfully stress free internship, and I feel like a broken record everytime someone new asks me "So what school are you from?" It usually goes as follows:
An atty/investigator/paralegal/secretary/law clerk/mailroom person who I was not previously introduced to would ask: "What school are you from?"
Me: "University of Missouri - Kansas City"
Them looking shocked, then asking "What are you doing out here?"
Me: "I used to live and work in the Bay Area before I went away for law school."
Them: "Oh. So what made you decide to go out to the middle of no where?"
Me: "Well, I applied everywhere, and during the time that USF waitlisted me, UMKC kept throwing money at me to entice to go there. It worked."
Them: "Well, that's really smart. A JD is a JD whereever you can get one."
Me: "And it's all the same. As long as I can just pass the bar, right?"
Them: "Absolutely true. You've got quite a story there."
Me: "I seem to always take the more challenging route."
Them: "Barbeque must be really good out there."
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And so this is how my conversation goes when someone new decides to stop at my cube. With this internship and trying to make contacts for future job prospects, I feel like I'm living a never-ending interview.
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