Plans

When I think of plans, I always think of this one quote from Woody Allen that is shown at the beginning of Bella: "If you want to make God laugh, tell him about your plans." Why bother with plans for the future? Que será,  será, right?


I had a future all planned out for myself. I knew the details of most of it by the time I was seven. I would do really well in elementary and secondary school, go to Yale for undergrad and law school, take a clerkship with a Supreme Court Justice, become a successful (read: rich) lawyer, and finally settle into a position as a justice on either the Texas or US Supreme Court.


Things changed as soon as I hit my senior year of high school. Surprisingly, I fell in love with Baylor and not Yale. I didn't even apply to Yale, which had been my goal for so many years. At the time, that was not a big wrench in my plan. There was no reason why I could not excel at Baylor, kill it on the LSAT, and go to Yale Law School after graduation.


And then, freshman year hit me and God probably got a good, hard laugh out of it. My plan, the plan that I had held on to for so many years was slowly going down the tubes. How? Well,  to tell the story of how all of that came together is another, much longer post, and looking at the stack of Con Law cases that I have to brief, Critical Thinking problems to work through, and Arendt to read, such a post will not be written tonight.


What I will say is that hopefully, I have got it right this time. I think I do. I am fulfilling what some of my friends and family know has been a lifelong dream of mine: to be in school forever. Someday soon, I will write about the new plan. Woody Allen can say what he wants, but this plan is good. It may not be perfect, but it seems to be a good and altogether more fitting one.