Here it is.. Feel free to rip on it..
Blues music has always been an art form that has always fascinated me. Watching Buddy Guy play the blues on his polk-a-dot Stratocaster as he walks among his audience members (his patent move) is to be alive. After naming my cat after him (Buddy) and traveling to visit his birthplace (Lettsworth, LA), I finally got the chance to see him play a show. It was this experience that led to my desire to learn to play a guitar.
Luckily, a good friend of mine, who also happened to be my boss at the Corps of Engineers, was willing to teach me. Though I was working fifteen to twenty hours a week at the Corps of Engineers, playing soccer for Tulane University, and taking on a full course load in a demanding major, I always seemed to find an hour in each day to practice. At first, I found the guitar to be extremely difficult. The tips of my fingers on my right hand were always in pain from slamming down on the steel strings, my left hand didn’t feel comfortable with a pick in it, and I had a difficult time maintaining any type of rhythm. Mark had warned me in the very beginning that starting to learn guitar at my age was uncommon and that it may take time for my fingers to catch up with what my brain wanted them to do, but I could not help being frustrated.
It is with this same frustration that I have contemplated the decision to take the next big step in my life. I wish I could tell you that I’d always wanted to be a lawyer and that the decision to apply for law school came easily to me, but this is not the case.
Since my graduation from Tulane, I have worked as an engineer in the environmental consulting business. I enjoy solving complex problems, performing calculations, and seeing my designs through to construction.
yada, yada, yada (why I want to be a lawyer.. why I would be a good one.. )... tie back into guitar in closing...