I Just Want A Door.

I have a background in law enforcement and always wanted to go to law school to be a prosecutor. I wanted to put all the drug dealers away and castrate the rapists and pedophiles. I always believed that I would be in a courtroom, with Benson and Stabler sitting behind me, fighting the good fight. Conversely, I thought I could get really good trial experience if I worked for the public defenders office. They are so backlogged I could be handling a murder trial in 6 months (scary if you are a felon in need of a public defender!) These are the things I used to tell people when they asked why I wanted to go to law school. Now, when people ask me why I went to law school I say that I went to law school to get a better paying job so I can afford plastic surgery. People laugh, like it's a joke.

Slowly, but surely, all my lofty goals and aspirations have been beaten out of me. Reality has set in. I am tired. Tired of studying and trying to understand concepts that often elude me. I no longer want to change the world, make a change or create new and exciting law. Failing the bar has made my goals abundantly clear. I just want an air-conditioned office with a door. Benson and Stabler can fight the good fight without me.