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    This week is a reminder of my status; I have what is known as a job, not a career. Though I generally behave as if it is the latter, it is beyond my magical abilities to make that true. I know that it is difficult to understand why I do this, when there are other options that might seem more remunerative or suitable for other reasons. I honestly like what I do, and more often than not, the people with whom I work are generally tolerable. (Some of them are, of course, fantastic. And some others deserve to die painfully.) Still, at times like this, I know that I cannot do this forever. As much as practicing law would have deadened my soul, this cannot be good for me either. Robert, r, Heidi...you all provide the example. I only need to follow.
    An example of law used as a weapon: "Prodigy, 13, claims age discrimination by UConn." Waaah: 13-y-o homeschooled brat might not graduate with 2 BS degrees in four years, because the school is reluctant to allow him to take a term abroad.

1. Is the 4-year degree a contract between student and university? If not, shut it, kid.
2. "'You have no idea what kids like this experience,' [his mother] said." I can guarantee that he's a social outcast and has no hope for a "normal" adolescence. Congratulations, mom: you made a freak.
3. Schools are not machines. You don't plop in [uniform] raw materials, turn the crank, and after four years at 300° pull out of the oven one fully-formed "adult." There are variables. That's frustrating...and beautiful. Suck it up.

    Only one more item of interest to share: I'm no longer blond.