After Law School I Walked Into Sallie Mae’s Trap
Seduced by the idea of a law career in Washington DC, Anna* struggles to make a dent in her student loans and live a frugal life.
After law school comes a summer of cramming for the bar exam. You have to take a special bar review course because law school does not provide any meaningful preparation for the bar exam or actual legal practice.
I sat for two states’ exams and then packed up and headed off to DC for my first “real” job.
I hate that all-too-common phrase as if waiting tables, construction work, or other blue collar jobs aren’t real, or hard, or worthy of respect.
So let’s say I was off to my first office job, where people pretend they are important because they wear suits. But in reality, they are still just cogs in the machine.
I arrived in Washington, DC not knowing anyone and never having been in the area. Soon, I found a small apartment. It was on the same Metro line as my shiny new Federal government job. I was excited to start my career. I was knowledgeable and passionate about the field I was entering, although banking law certainly doesn’t excite everyone.
The government salary was not enough to get by in a big city and pay my student loans. My loans were in the low six figures at the time.
Sallie Mae was happy to give me a payment plan with negative amortization, where the payments are less than the accruing interest.
That means the principal balance grows when the interest compounds, although less so than if no payments were being made at all. I didn’t have any other options to make ends meet (government employees and most attorneys cannot take “side jobs” due to potential conflicts of interest).
I figured my salary would increase with the agency. Or, I thought I would eventually enter private practice at a law firm salary and be able to pay off the student loans.
At that time and for many years to come I acted on an unspoken, likely unrecognized, worldview that the future would be better, more lucrative, than my present. I have perhaps swung too far to the opposite point of view. Now, I think that each year seems to be harder, more impoverished, than the last.
I don’t want to be so pessimistic. But by budgeting for the worst I can at least avoid or minimize further financial calamity. Perhaps I’ll be pleasantly surprised one of these days.
My low government salary seemed to be a set figure. I accepted it at face value, as nonnegotiable. I think women tend to do that and not negotiate for better compensation.
That is one part of the reason that women tend to be compensated at lower rates than men doing the same jobs.
One of the other attorneys that started at the agency with me had definitely negotiated for a higher starting salary. This meant that he would also receive larger percentage-based raises and cost-of-living adjustments going forward. Once again, I had sold myself short. I left money on the table in a way that would also impact future earnings.
But I put on my fancy new suits and headed off to my first “real” job. I didn’t really know what the future would hold.
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* Name has been changed to protect privacy