One Million Dollars

Imagine Dr. Evil looking at you saying over and over again "One Million Dollars" and that's about what's going on in my head every time I think about my law school plans lately. To be fair I'm only talking about $80,000- $100,000 worth of debt after law school but to me what's the difference? True to my other unAmerican leadings, I hate debt. Hate, hate, hate it. Debt are the cement shoes in the lake of self-actualizaton as far as I'm concerned. (Hmm. Does that metaphor work?) The more you owe, the more you have to make. The more you have to make, the more likely you're working for Genghis Khan Inc. or some other entity that enjoys raping, pillaging and what not. And I don't know -call me crazy- but I'd prefer not to be party to that sort of burn-the-land-and-kill-some-women-and-children-while-you're-at-it morality. (Extreme much today, Mamalissa?) Because, for me, things are pretty much that cut and dried. I can be part of the problem or part of the solution but not both. Well, ok I can be both but I'd rather lean more towards the solution angle. And I simply don't know how I can do that with that massive of a debt hanging around my neck. It's hard for me to breathe now with the 20 something thousand dollars of debt I already have on my back. So what's a commie like me to do?

Well that's a good question. Let me sip my Starbuck's and think about it.