Law school exams are awful. They are fucking rough, there is just no sugar coating them. This is what all my law school friends told me about hating law school and questioning why they went and advising me very explicitly against coming. They are why I have had random moments of tears for the past two days. They are why I questioned, and then worked through, why I came to law school, and whether I should consider cutting my losses, and avoiding the next 2.5 years of hell.
And yet, inexplicably, I am still here. studying for 6-7 hours a day in the library or at home for the past week. Rising to the challenge? Refusing to be defeated? even though I do at moments, feel that way...a lot of moments equalling a lot of the time. Or maybe the knowledge that this is do-able, and that if there is any one who can make that happen that is me. This is the sort of thing that I can do. It will be fine. Because it was to be fine. (Help not hurt. Help not hurt.) Thanks UVic law for bringing in the smallest amount of hope into a dark place.
an exhausted, despite the 11 hours of sleep, me. i did spend a short amount of time with the night, though compared to last night it seems very lacking.
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Rachey,
YOU GOT THIS.
remember...
"I think I can. I think I can. I think I can."
14 days...
And I will be waiting for you upon your return, with bells on. Martinis in hand.
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