Settle for More

by Megyn Kelly

One of my classmates who had family dough and always looked very put-together saw me after and said, “Is that what you wore?” I left feeling hopeful about a callback. Sure enough, I got one, which meant a trip to Dallas along with all the other recruits. I was nervous about going up against so many other aspirants at once. These were guys from Harvard and Yale and the University of Chicago, and I was the girl from Albany who had to write onto Law Review. Still, I knew it was death to worry about them. Jim had told me long ago that you can always tell which team is going to win before the game even begins. “How?” I asked. “Because one team is running drills and practicing plays and focusing on their game,” he said, “and the other team is looking at that team.” Before I knew it, I was in a first-class seat to Dallas. While there, I stayed at the Mansion, a tony hotel with thousand-thread-count sheets and great-smelling body lotion. They put on a weekend of parties and extravagant dinners for us. I could see that this place spared no expense. I was mesmerized by how luxurious this world looked up close. I’d never had a lot of money. I was used to struggling to get anything. For seven years of college and law school, I had lived on a shoestring budget. I survived on student loans and the money I made teaching aerobics and doing odd jobs, which was barely enough to cover my tuition, never mind room and board. My apartment for many of those years had a tiny freezer so iced up th...