<p>Forget about anything I had set my mind on before I entered college. I knew there was a good chance that I'd end up going on for a PhD and becoming a professor. But what field? That's one thing I sorted out in college. Social science not bench science.</p>
<p>It's important to bear in mind that when I was coming out of college, the Vietnam War was still raging and the draft was still affecting young men's choices. The institution of a "lottery" in the late 1960s changed the situation a bit, but basically for many in my cohort the goal after college was to stay in school for a while. By the Spring of my senior year in college, I was still thining doctoral program but had kept two options in mind: law school or doctoral studies.</p>
<p>I applied to 2 doctoral programs and 4 law schools, thinking that the outcome of those applications would decide. Alas, I got into all of the schools I applied to and thus had to invent a secondary decision rule: money. I got nice fellowships to grad school, but law school would have required real money. So I decided ultimately on grad school (PhD), though I deferred my acceptance to law schools in case I didn't like the PhD program. By the following year I decided that I liked the PhD program (Wisconsin), and so finally turned down my law school acceptances (Stanford, Chicago, Berkeley-Boalt, Hastings). (I'm pretty sure I took an actual deferral on the Stanford acceptance as my "backup" while turning down the others immediately. But I don't recall precisely. That was a long time ago.)</p>
<p>It was the right decision. Or rather, had I decided to go to law school that would have been a good decision, too. You see, I never thought there was "just one thing" that was right for me. But I liked the idea of doing research and teaching more than the idea of practicing law, even though they both involved thinking and problem solving and after all, I could have become a law professor. Anyway: end of story.</p>