Meet
Poor Lawyer

I am a lawyer by day; a hopeless romantic by night. I was raised in a Vietnamese-American family, in Cypress, Texas, a fringe town filled with moonscapes, wild scrubbrush, and lonely gas stations. A few years ago, I moved to New York City—a longtime dream of mine. I currently live on a quiet, tree-lined street in a dusty brownstone apartment nestled in the Upper West Side—a stone's throw away from Central Park and where Kathleen Kelly had her little bookshop in the movie You've Got Mail. I work at a corporate law firm, where I am forced to trade flannel-and-denim for suit-and-tie.

In my younger days, I dreamt of becoming a writer. I trekked East and graduated with a fairly useless liberal arts degree from Harvard. My years in Massachusetts found me buried in the dark corners of street cafés and cobwebbed bookstores, where I waxed poetic on art history, existentialism, and philosophies on love. (I want to punch my old self in the face.) After a brief dalliance with the art world and living in Paris for a year, I decided to pursue law—for more practical reasons, which I won't bore you with now.

Since graduating from law school at Stanford, I've waylaid my childhood ambition of becoming a writer for the sake of mastering corporate contracts. I paid off my student loans and am currently amid the throes of figuring out where life will take me.

 

Interests

Films | Literature | Art | History | Philosophy | Poetry | Design

Education

• 2014Stanford Law School, J.D.
• 2010Harvard College, B.A.