Law School Applications!

This train has been a LOOOONG time comin', but I've finally submitted all of 15 law school applications. Here is a list of the schools I've applied to:

Texas

University of Texas

Southern Methodist University

University of Houston (admitted)

California

University of San Diego (admitted)

University of Southern California

Berkeley

Everywhere Else (a bunch of reaches)

William and Mary (VA)

University of Virginia

George Mason University (VA)

Boston University

G-Town (DC)

George Washington (DC)

Duke (NC)

Chicago

Michigan

Cornell (NY)

We will keep you posted on our final decision. Moving this summer to one of these great locations!

Law Safari-Two of My Favorite Things

They say it's always best to lead a blog post with a sweet picture of a full mount of a freaking Tiger.  (Early tangent:  Seriously, what could be cooler in your house? I told CheyAnn, "I will have one someday. Anyone can get a lion, but a freaking Tiger is like, other-worldly sick."

So now you've probably guessed that I went to the Dallas Safari Club Convention recently!  You're right. I went with my Dad a couple weeks ago, and it was awesome.  Nothing takes your mind off of the stresses of life like wondering:

"How would this look in my house someday?"

The convention was awesome, reminding me of my love and dreams of international hunting adventure.  My lifetime dream trip is now officially: 14-day dangerous game safari in Mozambique followed by 7 days in the Maldives.  Someday.

While I was in Dallas, I also took the opportunity to check out Southern Methodist University, which has a great law school that I've applied to.  It's easily the most beautiful campus I've ever seen, and I hope I get in there!  It had a very old, preppy college feel, which I really love.

On the way back from Dallas, we actually hit a snowstorm!  It was the real deal with snow piling up on the highway and cars sliding off and all that fun stuff!  I miss the snow!  The perfect ending to a great trip!

Someday, in the future, if you come to our house, don't be surprised to be greeted by:

Love and Hate: A Complicated LSAT Relationship

So in October, on the day before I got my score from my third LSAT attempt, I wrote a post but never published it.  In that post, I wrote: "Will this be an incredible experience where I worked as hard as I ever have and ultimately found the success I know I’m capable of?  Or will it be a humbling disappointment that will further teach me about life and patience and trust?"

Well the answer to that question was clearly, definitively, crushingly, the latter.  It was a total bomb, worse than any of the (30) practice tests I had ever taken throughout my (two years of) studying.  To put it mildly, all of my life's hopes and dreams were instantly flushed down the toilet. 
So I deliberated for a week or two, contrasting cliches like "make the most of life" and "everything happens for a reason" with "never give up" and make your own destiny."  So I signed up to take my beloved test a fourth time.  
It was a huge decision, because the pressure of this test creates a huge emotional weight for me, and often, CheyAnn is the one who helps carry that weight.  I don't think she was too excited for me to go at it again.
BUT, my persistence finally paid off, after two years of prep.  Somehow, on my FOURTH freaking attempt, I raised my score significantly and ended up comfortable with a percentile score in the mid-90s.
It's just like the saying: The third time's a charm—and if its not, you crush it in your mind-vice, take your destiny by the horns and freaking own it, crush it, and smash it in a testosterone-fueld rage.