Well, I survived the first year of law school! There were a few moments where I thought I might not. The biggest problem for going back to school with a young daughter is the money aspect. Every day I read a new article or survey talking about how the legal market is saturated and that law school graduates are having difficulty finding jobs. . . so I began to worry that I was making a huge mistake. The stress was made worse by the fact that I did not have a summer job lined up. Most of my classmates had the same issue, but they were able to take volunteer positions where they would gain connections and experience.
Some of them were able because they happen to be independently wealthy (not my situation) and others because they still live with parents, and others because my school awards summer stipends of around $2,000 to people who volunteer for the summer in legal positions. $2,000 for three months was nowhere near enough for me to be able to do it.
At the last possible moment I got a call from the career services department at my school. I had, the week before, gone in and basically begged them to help me find a suitable summer job.
Fortuitously, a medium sized firm with a large immigration department called the career services office within days of my visit. The CSO remembered me and I was basically offered the job over the phone. I went in for an interview and have been working there for nearly two months. It is the best possible job for the summer for me AND the BEST part is that it continues into the school year as a part-time job! The job changed my entire outlook and M's too.
M would never say anything to worry me, but I think he'd started to think I had made a mistake too. It was a huge change for his mood when I got the job and liked it.
Such a great thing!
Baby S is not such a baby anymore. She recently turned three years old and is amazing. The only sad thing is that she is abandoning speaking in Urdu. She speaks English like an old pro and understands Urdu whenever it is spoken to her, but she refuses to speak any to her Baba. This is with one exception, when I tell her something to tell her Baba in Urdu, she does it! If I tell her, "Tell Baba, 'ajao'" she'll do it. . . .and if I tell her to tell him to hurry, as long as I, say "jeldi" she'll say it too! She does love telling her Baba what to do!