I handed in my letter on Friday.
My supervisor knew I was going, but we hadn't really talked about it. His reaction was weird... he was palpably jealous. It was a little uncomfortable.
We seem to have a lot of folks still nursing dashed dreams of law school here, though.
If, as Darrow said, "Inside every lawyer is the wreck of a poet," then inside every accountant is the wreck of a lawyer.