It’s true… I’ve been in a “burn down the capitol” mood the past few weeks.  My best friend has definitely helped fuel it, being the communist that he is (haha), but the fact is, I’ve somehow come full-circle in realizing where I stand on a lot of things.

When I left college (my radical, left-wing women’s college in MA), I was very tired of the constant push for activism and very much ready to hear what Georgetown had to say about change within the system, the virtues of being moderate, and, generally, the importance of de-radicalizing.  My first year of graduate school, I’ll admit, I bought in, hook line and sinker, because they were telling me exactly what I wanted them to, exactly what I wanted to hear - and from Georgetown, supposedly the most reputable source in the country.  A graduate degree in Government from Georgetown is a degree in Moderate Politics, whether you want it or not (I’m not talking about SFS, that’s a degree in Conservative Politics), and I ate it up because I was tired, tired of the Pioneer Valley with all the old hippies who never affected any real change in the world because they never left their happy little bubble, tired of people always yelling about change but never doing anything - I got this great experience where I could work towards what people I respected (my professors) called change, and not scream and yell and run myself out because of it.

And I applied for the government jobs.  And the think tank jobs.  And the internships.  I courted the Federal Government for employment multiple times before getting cold feet at the last minute.  I visited the State Department and registered for the exam, only to not show up on the morning of the test.  I got the internship, and I took it, and I show up for work dutifully every day and sit in an office where people work within the system, putting their Georgetown graduate degrees to good use getting paid by the government to tell the government what it wants to hear.  And I can tell you now, after months of having “worked within the system,” that I have never been more radical in my life.

I am thankful for my Georgetown degree, because I have also never been more well-educated in my life about the issues I want to act on.  And I’m going to law school for people like this, and all the liberation lawyers who came before me, who got educated, who learned the law, and who used it not within the system but against the system.  Who used their brains, their educations, their passion, to really change things.  I know who I am - more now than ever - and I know where I stand, and I also know that I am backed by the best education available to anyone in this country.  This should be a terrifying thing to anyone who clings to the structures of oppression.

I regret that I wasn’t alive then; I regret bitterly that I wasn’t there to fight police outside of Stonewall, to stand up for women’s rights in the 60’s and 70’s, to fight segregation, to take the first steps towards liberation.  But those were just the first steps, just the first steps, in a long journey - and I am becoming a powerful force: educated, passionate, confident, and driven - to keep taking the steps we have to take to follow in the paths of the people who were there to do those things, to pave the way so that someone like me can get a degree from Georgetown, a law degree, a career, and make real change.

In the past I’ve been afraid, afraid of myself, afraid of what other people would think, afraid of making my way in the world.  I’ve apologized for who I am, and that’s something I will never forgive myself for.  I have learned, in the past few years, that I am an incredible young woman.  I am a radical feminist, a gay, Jewish, Hungarian-American Woman; I will soon be a lawyer, I am Georgetown-educated, I am a political scientist, I am one hell of an intellectual, I am powerful and intense and not shy or demure or afraid, I am not apologetic, I am not pushed around.  And one day soon, I am going to raise holy terror to the pieces of this broken system that tried and continue to try to break and silence people like me, and people not like me, and people like you…

So yes, I’m going to law school.  But I guess what I’m saying is, don’t expect to see me in a corporate suit anytime soon.

I should have been asleep an hour ago.  I have to get up early tomorrow, and run the ten million errands I never have time to do on Mondays.  Mondays are classes, noon to 8.  No time for anything.  Did manage to get my GOCard replaced though, so I’m no longer a GU refugee.

I told my dad the other night (this is mostly what inspired the last post) that I was really targeting Seattle, at least West Coast, law schools for next year.  I was really excited when I told him, I know it was in my voice, and I thought he would be really excited too, because I’d be closer too home and I could see him (and my mom too) more often… but the response was really quite the opposite.

First, I was a little taken aback that he was surprised that I was going to law school.  Hmm… it’s been a priority for at least the last year or so, and the application process has consumed my life for the last 6 months.  But the Worst Part was definitely the fact that suddenly the approval and support that had been there all along seemed to suddenly have dissipated.  I was left on the other end of the phone, hurt and confused, while he berated my choice of life path by telling awful lawyer jokes about how it’s funny that Musharraf is shooting lawyers.

Well, first, the lawyers he’s ‘disappearing’ happen to be dedicated, passionate people risking their lives for the cause of an independent judiciary in an autocratic state, so they don’t sound so horrible to me…

And second… why is it ok to berate your child’s life choices? It’s not like I said, hey dad I want to be a mechanic!

I know, I know.  I’m 23, and sooner or later I have to learn to be proud of myself, and not need my reassurance to come from anywhere else but me (or Liz, or friends, I guess)- but deep inside I think there will always be this little girl who just wants her dad to be proud of her.

Luckily for me, though, I’m strong and confident and capable and independent… and I do believe in myself, and though it breaks my heart that my family isn’t behind me, I know that no matter what, I’m going to shine like gold in the air of summer~ just by the fire of my own will, just by my own ability to follow my heart where it leads me in this life.


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