This last weekend, the hubby and I went to the Kennedy Center to watch Legally Blonde, the Musical. As a whole, the musical was quite the accurate adaptation of the movie I love. There were quite a few mentions of UCLA, which made me want to lead the entire crowd in an 8-clap (but I refrained). The depictions of Harvard were quite accurate, as they had the gates, the benches and they mentioned “Hauser.” The hubby and I chuckled at these minor, but accurate, details.
I recall that, in law school, JG and I used to always remark at how we felt like little fishies out of water. I did indeed feel like Elle Woods, sans Bruiser, pink, heels, blonde, and sorority, of course.
As I look back at my three years of law school, I surprise myself with the fact that I actually have good memories. I found some lifelong friends. I found my hubby. I discovered that people don’t all die when the weather goes below 40. I watched a CV Thrilla for the first time (hee hee). I consumed a lot of clam chowda. And I learned how to make a mean dirty martini.
But ultimately, underneath it all, I’m still Elle Woods. Fish out of water, but an ambitious pirahna-like fish who will eat you alive should you attempt to take advantage of me based on antiquated assumptions as to what asian women are supposed to be like . . . beyotch.