THE BORG

I am scared now more than ever about entering law school.  While I am a bit intimidated by the academic pressure I am pretty confident that I will be able to handle the academic worries.  There is something I fear more: becoming the kind of person I do not want to become.

After spending a couple years at a school of left-wing hippy kids that do not like to talk about wealth, I now will attend a school where most students come from the best schools in the nation and have no problem talking about their Republican leanings or their new sports car.  Allow me a few examples.

Recently one of my classmates made a remark in an on-line discussion board about what people generally wear to class.  He said that he would probably wear sweatpants and tank tops to class.  I took him at his word.  There are those who roll out of bed five minutes before class.  He, however, felt that his sarcasm was not appreciated and he had to clarify:

“Just to clarify, I do not own a pair of sweatpants.”

Great.  Gotcha.  Here was my response:

“Thank you for clarifying your sarcasm.  You would not want people thinking that you actually owned sweatpants.  I would gladly go with you to purchase your first pair.  It will complete your law school experience.”

I hope that the boy does take me up on my offer.  It will be like a weird episode of queer eye (or, perhaps queer, poor and hippy eye) in which the middle-class kid takes the rich kid out for some fun shopping at the Goodwill.

Example number two comes from another colleague’s AIM away message:

“Out shopping for swimwear at Saks.”

Do real rich people have to advertise where they shop?

Perhaps I am being unnecessarily bitter.  I am concerned, however, that rather than fight this materialistic culture I will become part of it.  Will becoming a successful attorney necessitate becoming like them?  I sure hope not.  

Go Queer Ecology!

ANOTHER QUICK NOTE

Spencer Fox is not my given name. To those who are seeking long-lost relatives, I must give a blanket apology.  I do not have “Fox” parents.  I have, however, been called foxy on occasion.

11:08:40 PM