Thank you for that. It’s a small town, but I’ll try. I already have a solid group of online friends separate from her that I’ve known for years. I’m hoping to network when I get there, and if things don’t pan out I have the capacity to move back home after my JD (thank God for the UBE.)
I agree that I need to prepare for when things go south. That being sad, I suppose I would rather them go south than go nowhere.
This is retarded and you are retarded if you do it. You will most likely be miserable. She sounds like shes probably a selfish thot who wants to have you at arms length so she can use you and not feel guilty. If you wanna stay friends that's fine but if you move for her you are going to get used. Unless you like being actual cucked.
Have you asked her if you can eat her pussy once you arrive?
That's the right attitude to have. Keep your friends around, make some new ones along the way.
If you're starting law school, keep your head down and get your ass to work. It ain't as bad as everyone says, but it ain't easy either. At least for me, the best friends I've ever had are the ones who I met during 1L. Bonding by communal suffering.
I'm pulling for you.
I’m definitely open to making friends in Law. The university has these sort of compulsory study groups to emphasize collaboration. I’m also willing to meet other women, I’m not about to be exclusively about her.
Thank you. It actually means a great deal to have someone who, while acknowledging that it’s a fucking idiotic idea, is condoning the “make your own mistakes” mentality
Wow, kys fren
I'm a big William Faulkner fan. He's got this character, named Quentin Compson. Appears in two books (The Sound and the Fury and Absalom, Absalom!), as well as two short stories ("A Justice" and "That Evening Sun"). Whenever I think about following advise, I think about Quentin.
Quentin grew up upper-middle-class in the South, at the end of the 19th century. His grandfather was a Confederate general, his father a lawyer and an alcoholic. Quentin's family paid to send him to Harvard; he was the family's pride and joy.
Quentin's father spent most of his son's childhood telling him what to do, how to do it, what to think, how to think, etc. Quentin didn't speak much, because he couldn't get a word in edgewise. He was always the narratee, the listener. And, because of his Southern honor, he always followed his father's advise.
Quentin's section of The Sound and the Fury is written in stream-of-consciousness. A good third of it is just shit that his father had told him at one point or another. And it's real fucking clear that the advise Quentin got wasn't always too good, and even when it was, he never had the option to make mistakes.
Quentin drowns himself in the Charles River at the end of the chapter. Don't be like Quentin Compson