in the dragon's well

retired from sad, new career in law

my first semester of law school didn't pan out the way i'd hoped. the time for introspection was probably three weeks ago, so now i'm just rocking myself through the aftershocks of failure and attempting to formulate some semblance of a gameplan for salvaging my average over the next few years. it feels bad, not just because jobhunting will be so much harder, but also because this past semester felt like my last chance to prove something to myself—that i can meet my own expectations, live diligently, and achieve the conventional kind of success my mother yearns to flaunt amongst the other aunties after sunday service. grad school doesn't come free, and with academic vindication so far off, i feel like i'm not making the best use of my accumulating debt (or dwindling """good""" years). the opportunity cost is too high for me to be fumbling this spectacularly, and it's been disappointing to confront the reality that i'm no longer as high-functioning in high-pressure situations as i used to be.

yesterday, i went on a 2-hour walk with my mother and she told me that, quite frankly, she doesn't know what do with me. aren't i devastated by the long-term downward trajectory of my life? don't i want better for myself? for her? she's humored me with the liberal arts/neurodivergence/biting-her-tongue bullshit for long enough (give or take 3 years), so where are the results? one of my younger cousins scored top 10 in her high school class of hundreds for physics and math, you know, and she's been wechatting my mother to ask for advice about pursuing a career in medicine. imagine where i'd be now if i had just taken that advice to heart and actually applied myself! she's certain that the untapped potential for neurosurgery is still hidden within me somewhere, lying dormant, waiting to be activated by the right canon event.

to be honest, i don't think my mother will ever emotionally recover from my decision to eschew medicine in favor of finance, and then finance in favor of law. i probably could've softened the blow by going to a better law school or performing marginally better on my final exams, but nothing will change the fact that i'll never have comma-space-M-D written after my name. it's no secret that i'm frustrated by how poorly i performed this semester, so no matter how immeasurable my mother's disappointment might seem, my own disappointment dwarfs hers by magnitudes. logically, i know that i will likely undergo several more career pivots prior to retirement, but right now, law school feels like my last chance to carve out a meaningful inflection point and reverse the lemony snicket circus direction my life has been heading in. it's been a long time since i was last a full-time student, and i want to do well for my own sake—by graduating after 3 years of sincere effort that i can be genuinely proud of. pride isn't something i've been positively moved by in over a decade, but it'd be nice to know that i'm still capable of meeting my own expectations (and further, necessary to build up trust in my own self-control). very few aspects of my life are within my control, so i need to do what i can to turn the tide in my favor (': i can't be fighting myself and the world at the same time...if nobody got me, at least i know that i've got me.

i don't usually do new year's resolutions, but i have tried to gradually implement some positive changes to my lifestyle over the past 2 months that i hope to sustain in 2026:

and a speed-run through some other goals for this year:

the world is going up in flames, but that doesn't mean we should all lay down and await the sweet embrace of apocalypse. even though it may feel futile at times, trying will always be worthwhile.

assuredly,

t

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