Tag Archives: work life balance

7 years, now with more diploma

Posted by on 05/20/2011 1 comment

I offi­cially grad­u­ate from Law School today. Hur­ray for me.

Coin­ci­den­tally, today is also my anniver­sary. 7 years. Hur­ray for me again.

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Life goes on… and on… and on…

Posted by on 12/05/2008 No comments

‘Tis the sea­son! The finals sea­son, as opposed to the hol­i­day sea­son. The two are nearly sim­i­lar: one is  a time of bit­ter­ness, depres­sion and strife; and finals sea­son is even worse.

Allow me to pause while you groan.

Being a non-traditional law stu­dent gives me a unique per­spec­tive on finals. My day job is extremely flex­i­ble and I am able to take days off to study; and my fam­ily — my wife, since the kids are too young to have a real say — is also sup­port­ive and won­der­ful, let­ting me study in (rel­a­tive) peace while I’m home.

That  being said, life for a non-traditional stu­dent does not stop dur­ing finals. I can’t study through the night since I have a fam­ily to pay some mod­icum of atten­tion to and work to go to (early) the next morn­ing. I can’t focus my entire brain power solely on the issues of the semes­ter since I have a job that requires the use of my brain. How fondly I recall my days doing con­struc­tion work! Ok, not so fondly…

Work/School/Life Balancing

Posted by on 11/11/2008 No comments

What’s the hard­est part of work­ing full time, going to school in the evenings and hav­ing a family?

I’m on track to grad­u­ate in 3 years and a sum­mer from a 4 year evening pro­gram; that’s great. My wife’s on board, despite the fact that she has the hard­est role to play — basi­cally that of a sin­gle mother.

I see my kids on the week­ends and the youngest wakes up before I leave, and that’s hard; but my wife deals with them every day. She makes them break­fast, gets the old­est to school in the morn­ing and drops the youngest off at the babysit­ter, goes to her part time job, picks them up and watches them, goes out with them, gives them din­ner, bathes them and puts them to bed by her­self — a job not made any eas­ier by being pregnant.

I think the guilt that I’m mak­ing life harder for her cou­pled with the help­less­ness that it’s still the best thing I can pos­si­bly do at this point is the hard­est thing to deal with.