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How I Became An Attorney (Part II)

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When I dropped out of high school, it didn’t really matter. I had ditched so much that I wouldn’t have had enough units to graduate anyways.

I figured I had to put my “dream” away when, by the age of twenty-three, I was a high school drop-out on welfare with two children. I didn’t even consider it any more. The idea of being an attorney was one of those things I put away with other childhood things that one puts away when childhood comes to an end.

It was around that time that someone from the college came to my door to tell me about a program for single mothers. I looked at this delusional person in amazement. “I have two kids. How can I go to school?” I disregarded her as one would disregard a door-to-door salesman. (But this was sign number two.)

During the time that I was staying home to take care of these two kids, it seemed like it was all I could do. I was in survival mode. There was no extra time for school.
I didn’t have a car. When I went to the store, it was by bus. When either of the kids had to go to the doctor’s, it was on the back of my bicycle. Everything took so much time to do because I had such limited resources. No money, no car, etc.

When I was twenty-six years old, I was working as a waitress when I started dating a guy who moved out to California from Texas in order to go to college because he wanted to become an attorney. His parents had moved to California when they were young in order to go to college, and he wanted to follow their footsteps. (This was sign number three

I said, “I once wanted to be an attorney. Let’s go to law school together!”

I remembered the woman who had come to my door and told me about programs for single mothers. I went to the local junior college and, even though I lacked a high school diploma, I was accepted.

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