In honor of the fact that today is my very last law school exam EVER (insh’allah) thought I’d share some of the ways I was encouraged as I struggled through law school such as this particular discussion I fondly refer to as “Playing Trump”
Auntie with a wrinkled nose and troubled expression (AWNTE): So beta, you are in law school?
AWNTE: Girls should do more domestic things you know, like teaching.
Me: I was a teacher, I taught second grade.
AWNTE: tsk tsk. So beta vy didnt you get your education degree? That vould make more sense nah?
Me: I did. You have to have a degree to teach Auntie.
AWNTE: *silence* Vell, vy didn’t you get a masters? Hmm? In teaching? That vood make more sense beta… really.
Me: Auntie, I have a Masters in Elementary Education.
AWNTE: *silence* Hmm.. acha…. so you dont vant to help children anymore, hmmm?
ME: I’m still helping kids Auntie. My job will be representing sick underprivileged kids having trouble in school.
AWNTE: Vell played child, Vell played indeed.
Note: the last line is purely fictional, but it is what I imagine she wished to say instead of silently walking away quite confused at a put down gone wrong. For the record, Auntie with the wrinkled nose and troubled expression did not congratulate me on winning the game of Trump. I took what we call, creative license with the last line.