The One Where I Made Partner

 I hate making difficult calls. The ones that go beyond affecting just me. Let’s be real, if it was only my life on the line, the impact wouldn’t be that much. And even if it was, the damage control needed would be less anyway. It could be delayed. On the contrary, when so many lives are at stake, when people depend on you, you have to try to get things right.


I recently made partner, at a firm. Now hold your horses! It’s not a real life firm. We don’t take walk-ins - at least not yet. Depending on what you consider to be recent, it’s been almost a month now since I was selected to be managing partner for one of the firms in my school’s moot court society. That should explain the “it's not a real life firm” reference. 


It then goes without saying that I’m expected to lead a team; alongside an amazing co–managing partner, and to say the least, we’re fairing on well. At least that’s what I think. Now before you call me out for tooting my own horn, I promise to get feedback from our associates. Are we good now? Okay.


Like I said, I try to ensure that we maximize the experience for the team but I can’t help but think about the possibility of not achieving this goal. I often question whether I’m getting it right with the team. While my ‘on set’ character might suggest that I have everything figured out, sometimes, I don’t. I’ve left meetings thinking to myself, what if the presentation was flawed? What if I ruin their moot court experience altogether?


So, while I can’t guarantee that all my associates will leave the firm having fallen in love with the sport -moot- I sure can vouch for them enjoying the process of finding out if they love it or not. So, I focus on that!

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