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absolutely don't go into law.
(unless you can get into a T6 school or full ride at 7-14, and love the idea of working 80 hour weeks with pretentious, backstabbing, and otherwise insufferable prestige-whores)
alternatively, you can go into public interest law, work similar hours, make less than a teacher, and be up to your eyeballs in school debt for the next 30 years of your life.
trust me.
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Phnarr! My sister the fair-housing attorney has just taken a job at Tulane Law. My father is a very prestigious voting rights attorney, but he got into the business during the 'golden age' of Civil Rights litigation. He works like a fiend, but then he's got a touch of Asbergers Syndrome, and he sees the blazing white-hot spirit of truth behind his eyeballs 24/7. So he's happy and successful in his own obsession, but he's crummy small-talk at a cocktail party.
I'm a college teacher in Birmingham, and I'll say honestly that working for any state school will likely result in good benefits and a solid retirement fund. Teachers do still get three months off in the summer. I know I act like it's my natural right, but that's how familiarity breeds contempt.
On the other hand, as a teacher you'll inevitably encounter that sequence of five weeks in which you teach for 5 hours M-F, and then you grade essays, hold conferences, answer emails, do feudal boon service for the department/school, put up with students bad-mouthing you for being an unreasonable jerk, simper through the sneers and jibes of senior faculty members, sweat with fear that you'll lose your job in disgrace, and wrassel with the demons of poor self-esteem and exhaustion. Twenty hours a day, seven days a week. For about five consecutive weeks. And then--like magic!--it's Christmas or summer vacation.
I find that I need 12 solid days of drinking beer and playing video games in my boxers to recuperate a solid sense of self. Your wife/gfriend/lover will have threatened many times to leave you during your end-of-term panic. The sig-other may go through with it once s/he realizes that you're finished with school, but you're spending all your leisure playing Team Fortress and drinking PBR in your plaids (and getting your sanity back! --How can you make her/him understand?!).
So you'll go insane a time-or-two each year. But you'll have the best dental plan of anybody you know.