Peekaboo!

Recently, a spate of people have approached me to chat about law school. The teen director at the Boys and Girls Club was the first. (He is not, in fact, a teen - he's a college grad in charge of teens.) He told me that his friends were encouraging him to go to law school, but he thought that he would end up starting a non-profit. I gave him my contact info and offered to chat with him about lawschool whenever, and also put him in touch with a friend who started his own nonprofit: Sangati, the Community Center for South Asian music. (I know, right? How cool is that?)

The second person inquired indirectly. My fabulous eyebrow artiste asked me if her son could contact me and bounce some ideas off of me about law school. (Incidentally, she told me that he was very into music - and I passed on the Sangati information. Worlds intersecting - it's just crazy.)

The last person was a fellow associate's secretary's mom's nurse's daughter. "Old Lady Who Swallowed the Fly" enough for you? Basically, this nurse asked a legal secretary if she knew any South Asian attorneys who would talk to her daughter about law school, help her figure out what classes she should take (HA!), etc. When my fellow associate told me the requesting party was an Indian nurse, I told him that she was most likely Malayalee. He was incredulous that I could tell where in India she was from just from her occupation. When I told him she was probably Christian, he was beside himself. (We have money riding on this, so we'll see if I'm right. A N N A, Krusty - back me up on this one!)

It's been a few weeks now, and no one has contacted me to have the "should I or shouldn't I?" conversation, which is fine fine - I'm a leetle swamped at work as it is. So far, my "helpful chats" have talked one paralegal into going and one into not going (she's decided to try her hand at writing children's books - to which I say, write on! Ouch!)

I have a weird sort of luck: serendipity and knock-down randomness are old friends. Over the weekend, Tanya was workin' her magic on ze eyebrows, when she paused, looked at me in the mirror and said, "Oh, by the way, my son reads your blog." I, of course, shot right up and yelped, "WHAT?!" "Yes, he looked at your email address and said, 'Oh I know her, I read her blog all the time.'"

Not that we hadn't established it before, but the world is teeny, tiny. (Hi Jay! Leave me a comment already!)

This post could have been titled, I'm famous, Part IV. (Parts I, II, III.) Part I is the old chestnut of how Heather of Two Timig' the Cosmos and I met; it 110% proves my random serendipity assertion.