Here we go folks. For the next five months or so my life is going to be dominated by one single question: Where do I go next year?

If this sounds familiar, that’s probably because you knew me four years ago, when for 48 horrible days I grappled with the decision on where to start my university career. And after carefully examining my situation, doing some deep soul-searching, and analyzing every variable… I still got it wrong.

Well, it’s like that again. Only this time, the stakes are much higher. Instead of two schools, I have twelve to consider. And unlike last time, when I knew that I would be accepted to every school I applied to (except Harvard and Yale, where realistically my chances were almost nil), this time there are no real guarantees one way or the other. So there’s the additional element of waiting. Schools tend to make rolling offers of acceptance, so I could potentially hear back from schools at any time between now and August – though I anticipate the majority will make decisions in mid-to-late March.

As it happens, I’ve heard back from two schools this week. Let’s check The Big Board, shall we?

Unknown Waitlisted Rejected


University of Toronto (1) McGill University (12) University of Leicester (11)
Queen’s University
Western University
Osgoode Hall
University of Ottawa
University of Windsor
Queen Mary
Durham University
London School of Economics
University College London

Perhaps fittingly, the two schools I heard from first were my bottom two choices. McGill turned me down, while Leicester accepted me.

It might strike you as odd that McGill – one of the top law schools in this country – should be my last choice. To be frank, I never should have applied to McGill in the first place. The day before applications were due, I panicked and decided to quickly assemble a McGill application in order to give myself one more option. I didn’t do enough research on the school – all I did was check that you didn’t have to be bilingual. Well, I did some research later, and discovered that while being bilingual isn’t necessary, some of the required course readings are in French. And while I can read and write French at a basic level – perhaps even at an intermediate level – reading legal texts is a whole other story. Reading those in English is hard enough. So that’s why McGill is at the bottom of my preferences.

I’m not concerned at all about the McGill rejection. I wasn’t rejected based on any kind of academic grounds. Apparently I just didn’t fill in the application correctly and left out a key element. That’s what happens when you try to fill out a law school application in an hour.  Once I learned of McGill’s French requirements I just didn’t bother checking to see if I needed to send the school anything else. So, no big deal. The fact that I got into Leicester means that I wouldn’t have been going to McGill anyhow.

The Leicester acceptance is interesting in that it came so soon. I only submitted the application on the 7th – ten days ago. To be fair, this was the main reason I applied to Leicester – it was the closest thing to a sure bet as I had. The requirements were low enough that unless I screwed up my application, I should be in rather easily. Plus, the law school there has a surprisingly large Canadian contingent – enough so that there’s actually an office at the school specifically to support Canadian students. That’s pretty cool. Still, the fact is that Leicester isn’t all that great a school. Plus, this little blurb is written on the Canadian Applicants section of the school’s website:

“Neither ice hockey nor Tim Hortons have reached Leicester yet. However, there is a rink and team in Nottingham (just a 30 minute train ride away) and with an ever-increasing number of Canadians in Leicester, a petition to Mr Horton may be required!”

…Never mind the fact that Tim Horton has been dead for nearly 40 years now.

So yeah, that’s where we stand at the present. Two schools in, and ten to go. The fun has only just begun.