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¡¡¡¡A legal education means your will learn to speak in a new language. you will be taught to achive insight into the world around you, and you sharply question what you know. The law is reason free from passion. It leaves much room for interpretation, but leaves very little for self-doubt.

¡¡¡¡On our very first day at Harvard, a very wise professor quoted Aristotle," The law is reason free from passion!" Well, no offence to Aristotle, but in my three years at Harvard, I've come to find that passion is the key ingredient to the study and practise of law, and of life. It's with passion, courage of conviction, strong sense of self that we take our next steps into the world! Remembering the first impressions are not always correct. You must always have faith in people. And most importantly, you must have faith in yourself!Congratulations class of 2004---we did it!

¡¡¡¡I came to Washington to help my dog Bruiser...and somewhere around the way...I learned a really unexpected lesson. I know what you are thinking---Who's this girl? And what could this simple, small-town girl from Bel Air...have to say to all of us? I'll tell you. It's about something that's bigger

¡¡¡¡than me...or any single act of legislation. This is about a matter that should be at...the highest

¡¡¡¡importance to every American...My hair.

¡¡¡¡There's this salon in Beverly Hills. It's really fancy and beautiful. It's impossible to get an

¡¡¡¡appointment. Unless you're Julia Roberts or from "Friends"...you can just forget it. But one

¡¡¡¡day they called me. They had an opening. So I was going to finally get the chance...to

¡¡¡¡sit in one of those sacred beauty chairs. I was so excited. Then the colorist...gave me

¡¡¡¡Brassy Brigitte instead of Harlow Honey.

¡¡¡¡The shampoo girl washed my hair with spiral perm solution...instead of color-intensive moisturizing shampoo. Finally sylist...gave me a bob...with bangs. Suffice to say,

¡¡¡¡it was just wrong.All wrong. For me, you know. First I was angry. Then I realized my anger

¡¡¡¡was completely misdirected. This wasn't salon' s fault. I had sat there and witnessed this

¡¡¡¡injustice...and had let it happen. I didn't get involved in the process. I forgot to use my

¡¡¡¡voice. I forgot to believe in myself. But now I know better. I know that one honest

¡¡¡¡voice can be louder than a crowd. I know that if we lose our voice...or if we let those

¡¡¡¡who speak on our behalf...compromise our voice, then this country...this country is in

¡¡¡¡for a really bad haircut. So speak up, America. Speak up! Speak up for the home of the

¡¡¡¡brave. Speak up for the land of the free gift with purchase.

¡¡¡¡Speak up, America. Speak up! And remember...you're beautiful. Thank you.