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Date: November 18th, 2009 9:45 PM Author: Comical rehab windowlicker
Diary of Estrada Glasses
Monday, November 16
8:50 PM
It's been four days since I self-exiled myself from XO. I'm halfway home. Just three more days and I will be able to post again. This weekend was nice; I had friends in from out of town again, and spent most of Saturday and Sunday with them. Consequently I didn't do much thinking about the internet or about my job situation. They were non-law friends, so they were helpfully naieve. They don't know how legal recruiting works, so when they find out that I am interviewing as a 3L, they assume this is normal and don't realize that in fact it means that I am TTT and fishing for shiTTTlaw. But we didn't even talk about that for more than a minute.
But they're gone now, and I'm alone again. With my thoughts. Worse yet, I can't release my thoughts on XO, so they bottle up inside of me. I still check XO once or twice a day. But I refuse to post. Even if I see a thread that I am just dying to contribute to. Like that thread on whether or not the Box is a dude. I mean, I'm the biggest skeptic when it comes to XO chicks. I'm pretty sure that Alia, newyork2, BPM, and the lot of them are dudes. But the Box is one of the few for whom we actually have some proof that she isn't a dude. She might be an arrogant attention whore, and she might be ugly (I gchatted with some guy who claimed he saw her facebook account, and claims she's much uglier than in the pics she posts at XO), but she's a she.
On Sunday night, I left a shopping bag in a local restaurant. This afternoon, I decided to go get it. On my way out, I checked my mail. There was a letter from one of the two judges I interviewed with. Thin envelope. I opened the letter to be sure, and, lo and behold, DING! He was sorry to inform me that he was not going to extend me an offer, but said that he wished to see me one day practice in his courtroom.
I was expecting that DING. This was the judge who had told me he was interviewing 11 other people. I wasn't immediately upset by it, or at least that's what I told myself.
As I started walking towards the restaurant to get my bag, though, something hit me. Maybe it was the letter sinking in. Maybe it was the fact that I had interviewed with that government agency almost three weeks ago and still had no response. Maybe it was the grey November sky. But I just got a big bout of depression again, another downward mood swing. It hit me square in the face: I was going to graduate without a job, and if I got LUCKY afterwards I'd be doing a job I absolutely hate for a meager salary.
I got to the restaurant, picked up my bag (they still had it), but it didn't make me feel any better. On my way home, I got a funny feeling in my eye. My body was telling me something: it was time to cry.
Problem 1: I can't cry on campus. Somebody I know might see me. They'll put 1 and 1 together and figure out that I must not have an offer. People will mock me. Even if they don't put 1 and 1 together, they'll assume some other embarrassing thing about me and mock me for it.
Problem 2: I live in a shitty apartment building. It has a single elevator, which makes it better than some of the neighboring TTT's, but it's issue is that it has extremely thin walls. I can always hear what the dude next door is watching on TV or listening to. 1L year I lived next door to a college football fan. 2L year it was a crime drama buff -- I know so many plot points from Law and Order without knowing what the characters look like. This year, I live next to a news junkie. He compulsively switches between CNN, MSNBC, and FOX, trying to make sure that he doesn't miss a single thing that happens or a single opinion that a talking head has. After all, it's not like you can find political news or political commentary on the internet.
The thin walls work both ways, so if I cried in my apartment, news junkie d00d could hear me. And so could random d00ds in the hallway, just passing by. And they'd put 1 and 1 together, and, well...
Then I had an ingenious idea, displaying the time of SHREWD cleverness that got me into this top 3 law school in the first place. I would put on some music, play it really loudly, and drown out all of the other sound coming from my apartment. Then, I would cry, and nobody would hear me. They'd hear the music instead.
I ran home, put down my bag, and opened iTunes. I scrolled through my playlist before picking a song. Actually, I picked the song that preceded the song I wanted, and zoomed to about halfway through. Then I switched into my PJ's and crawled into bed, preparing to empty my tear ducts.
That's when my chosen song came on.
"I HOPPED OFF THE PLANE AT LAX, WITH A DREAM AND MY CARDIGAN..."
By the time the Jay-Z song came on, I noticed a problem. No tears were coming. I was thinking about all of my problems; I was thinking about all of my lost potential; I was thinking about all of the shiTTT that I was going to be forced to eat over the next ten years. But my eyes remained dry.
I guess it's impossible to cry to Miley Cyrus. Her songs are just too damn upbeat. Oh well. I guess I'll just take the teenage girl approach: write an angst-ridden diary and post it to the internet.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13303206) |
Date: November 18th, 2009 9:48 PM Author: Comical rehab windowlicker
Diary of Estrada Glasses
Tuesday, November 17
12:08 AM
Can't sleep. Want to pour my heart out to somebody (again, for the millionth time) but my self-imposed exile from XO prevents this. I went on Omegel to try to find an anonymous confidant, but all I found were people from Korea who couldn't string a sentence together and, of course, the ubiquitous person who disconnects as soon as he discovers that you're not an underaged girl.
I checked Facebook recently and it was a mistake. I saw a status update from a friend of mine who is more successful than I am. He went to art school and now works in a jewelry store. I know tons of people like these. Friends of mine who went into acting, into improv, into art history, etc. All of them share two things in common. First, I always looked down on them because I thought I would make way more money than them. Second, they all make way more money than I do. Even if they make $25,000 per year.
I also saw a status update from this annoying girl that I went to high school with. She is rich and just posted a picture of herself at a charity ball. She used to brag about her trust fund in high school, and now it allows her to live a life of leisure, hanging out at high-class parties with her sorority sisters. I am going to defriend her after I finish writing this post; I can't stand to see such happiness while I am here suffering.
I realized too late that the reason all of my friends were going into shitty humanities was because they had trust funds and could afford to do so. I felt less guilty majoring in my useless humanities degree when I saw all my friends doing it. They're OK now; their families largely still have their money. But I am out on the street with a soon-to-be-useless JD, and I don't have any other credential on which to start my life over.
Just a few short years ago, I was full of promise. Now what a wreck I am. I've gone from having the golden ticket to life to having zero long-term prospects.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13303240) |
Date: November 18th, 2009 10:24 PM Author: Ivory center
Get some fucking perspective you entitled piece of shit.
Feeling sorry for yourself that your hard work amounted to less than what you thought it would is fine.
Acting and feeling like you do is pathetic.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13303730) |
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Date: November 18th, 2009 10:29 PM Author: Ivory center
You do not have perspective.
You are not fucked in any meaningful way compared to 99% of the people in the world.
The way you feel about yourself and the bitterness and resentment you express towards other show that you are, by themselves, proof of your lack of perspective.
Oh no you have some debt. Fuck you. People fought in world war two. People a lot smarter then your pathetic ass had to raise families during the great depression.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13303795) |
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Date: November 18th, 2009 10:36 PM Author: Ivory center
So fuck you then.
Go be a beach bum if you want. If you don't do something else.
If nothing else go kill yourself.
Your only problem is the human condition, if that's too much for you end it. What reason other than the generic frailty of the human condition is there that people should feel sorry for you.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13303890) |
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Date: November 18th, 2009 10:38 PM Author: Comical rehab windowlicker
My problems include:
(1) inability to reach my full potential/expectations
(2) inability to obtain employment
(3) inability to provide for self and enjoy fruits of life (because of #2)
(4) lack of prestige
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13303910) |
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Date: November 18th, 2009 10:42 PM Author: Titillating bisexual corner antidepressant drug
Grow some balls and figure something out.
No degree entitles you to anything. You should feel fortunate to have a decent head on your shoulders and not be shackled by debt.
The average american grows up in some wretched ghetto, appalachia, the ozark mountains etc etc.
Your attitude is terribly unbecoming. You will never be successful if you don't change your mentality.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13303939) |
Date: November 18th, 2009 10:29 PM Author: Ungodly internet-worthy travel guidebook
Everybody needs to start ignoring this Estrada piece of shit starting now. He just wants us to say that he'll be okay so that he can argue with us that it's hopeless and then we can reassure him some more.
He reminds me of girls who constantly talk about how fat they look. Do they look somewhat fat? Sure. Do they mainly just want to hear "awwww, you're not fat at all"? Yes. We need to ferberize this piece of shit and ween him off the attention he craves.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13303794) |
Date: November 18th, 2009 10:55 PM Author: Maize depressive
I know how you feel. I've gotten worse over the past few weeks as the door closes on more opportunities. I'm down to just a few leads. I was lucky to find a non-honors fed. gov. program that I think I have a pretty good shot at. It's not well publicized and I believe the deadline for it is over. Other than that I don't like my chances for employment.
I too will have no debt but I'd trade my situation for debt and a career.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13304049) |
Date: November 18th, 2009 11:10 PM Author: Ivory center
The visceral hatred I feel to you, while justified, disturbs me about myself.
I guarantee that, unless this is entirely flame (in which case it's really good), IRL people can see right through you and hate you with a similar passion.
You are everything that is wrong with the world. Take some responsibility for yourself. It is no one's responsibility to have a job waiting for you when you graduate. Figure out something useful to do for people in this world and you'll be paid because it's actually valued. It's that simple.
People like you shouldn't be pitied, they should be shamed.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13304199) |
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Date: November 18th, 2009 11:17 PM Author: Ivory center
I'm not telling you what you've done.
I'm giving you a prescription for what ails you.
You're at H now? Join an immigration clinic and help some families that are getting torn apart. Just throw yourself into learning a useful field and then just keep doing as much as you can to learn more and help people out. Do it for free.
You'll learn something, you'll get perspective, and if you have any talent eventually you'll have a job. Where you go from there is up to you.
Obviously immigration is just an example. Find something where good hardworking people need lawyers and help them. It doesn't matter what it is. All this applies for other clinics and shit, but you sir, need to do what I suggested rather than just blindly trying to find what practice area will launch you to big law. More for your soul than for anything else.
That said, if you work passionately at something meaningful for a bit there will be a million jobs or clerkships that become available.
I doubt I'll respond more to your insipid whining.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13304290) |
Date: November 19th, 2009 12:13 AM Author: Comical rehab windowlicker
Diary of Estrada Glasses
Wednesday, November 18
1:20 PM
My life is pretty miserable right now. But guess what: it's only going to get worse from here on out! Soon, I will lose the cachet of being a student at one of the top schools in the world, of living near the campus of one of the top schools in the world, of being a carefree student in general. Via the pupa of the graduation robes, I will transform into a simple unemployed d00d living in his parents house. The least prestigious thing you can be. And with every year that passes and number that gets added to my age, this will get less and less prestigious.
And it will go on for a while. As I explained above, there are in fact few reasons for shiTTTlaw to hire me, and BigLaw and MidLaw is already out of the picture. That ship sailed, and I got thrown overboard. So I'll be angling (probably unsuccessfully) for shiTTTlaw. Or will I? In my current depressive state, I in fact have very little desire to fish for shiTTTlaw. I don't really like law; it's just something I wanted to get into because I thought if I got into a good school and got median grades there, somebody would pay me $160k. I don't really see the point of trying so hard to get shiTTTlaw: to spend hours per day trying to land a job where I will do work that I hate while being paid pennies for it. But I don't have any superior options. My undergraduate degree is worthless and a JD is not transferable to other things.
This brings up a fundamental question: what do I have left to live for? Or, in XO/JDU terms, why don't I just killself?
Looking at my life from an objective perspective, there is a very strong argument you can make in favor of the notion that I should killself. But the weird thing is, I feel zero desire to kill self. Zilch. Nada. No lo quiero. No want.
Why?
I'm not sure I have an answer to this question. Here are a few possibilities:
(1) I'm not religious. I don't believe that there is an afterlife. Thus, if I killself, there will be no paradise with 72 virgins waiting for me. I won't even get to be reborn as an anteater or something awesome. As long as I'm still alive -- even though my life is completely miserable -- I can still enjoy SOME pleasures. I can still troll and flame XO, I can still watch amusing videos on YouTube, I can still have friends, etc. Once I'm dead, I won't be able to feel any of these pleasures.
(2) It will advertise the fact that I am a failure. The moment I killself and people learn about it, people will jump to the conclusion that I either couldn't cut it or that I was mentally unstable. Either of these conclusions will quickly lead them to think that I was a failure, a loser at life. This is clearly true -- I have failed at life and will be a loser for the rest of my days. But its not advertised right now. So long as I just keep crawling through shiTTTlife, at least some people I know will still think I am successful, or at least not be aware of the fact that I am a loser. Killingself will immediately destroy this situation.
(3) There is a nonzero chance I will merely be maimed and not killed. I don't want to spend the rest of my life as a vegetable and see my parents hard-earned money bleed away on long term care.
When I started this entry, I thought there would be more than three reasons, but those are the only three that I can think of. They're enough, though. Love me or hate me, I'm going to be around for a while longer -- at least if I have anything to say about it.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13305237) |
Date: November 20th, 2009 2:27 AM Author: Comical rehab windowlicker
Diary of Estrada Glasses
Tuesday, November 17
12:24 AM
A lot of you think I'm flame or that I'm irrational and respond to my posts by saying "You go to HYS! You'll find something!". Well, I wish you guys were right, but you're not. Here are the Top 10 reasons why I am unemployable, even for shiTTTlaw, which is my last remaining "hope":
(1) I have no previous job experience or skills from before law school; I went straight through and my only experience are my two legal summer jobs.
(2) I have no litigation experience. I have written memos about issues that are being litigated, but my work in BigLaw over the summer (and my work for a state government agency the year before) never included any drafting of motions or going to court or the other day-to-day drugery of shiTTTlaw. It was all research. Which I don't think shiTTTlaw does much of.
(3) Two words: flight risk.
(4) The legal industry loves to have people sorted by the outside. Elite law firms let the grading system at schools sort candidates for them; law schools let the LSAT sort people for them. I bet shiTTTlaw also uses a version of the sorting principle. Just like Sullivan & Cromwell assumes that a person with a 3.3 GPA is not good enough to cut it for them, a shiTTTlaw firm is going to assume that an YHS student without an offer is not good enough to cut it for anyone. They're going to conclude that no matter how shrewd my cover letter or sincere my interview is, there MUST be something wrong with me.
(5) shiTTTlaw must be hurting because of ITE too
(6) my transcript is filled with M&A, Corporations, Secured Transactions, and other transactional classes. It is blindingly clear to any litigation firm or department that I had zero interest in them until being no-offered. Too late now.
(7) I'm not the only YHSCCN student to be no-offered, ya'know. A lot of them have more relevant experience, better grades, and perhaps even a more charming personality than I do. If shiTTTlaw does want to hire T6 cast-offs, they'll get through all of those before they get to me.
(8) Outside of shiTTTlaw, I guess there are "public interest law" jobs. But I've never felt strongly about any political cause and they are going to DING me when I cannot demonstrate any evidence of interest in what they do.
(9) I don't think I have cover letter writing skillz. I thought I was pretty good, and my CSO person said I had a strong CL, but I got zero results from my mass-mailing. My only positive result (a callback that I never heard back from) was from 3L OCI, which doesn't require cover letters.
(10) I don't think I even know HOW to find shitlaw firms to apply to. I have no connections in this industry at all. OCS just tells me to "network" and find alums. Guess what, no alums in shiTTTlaw. If there are they're probably not reporting themselves. What do they want me to do, send my resume to every single firm in the m-h directory?
Fuck my life. I have no marketable skills and no future.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=1141721&forum_id=2#13316777) |
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