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April 30th, 2009

taking a breath

Law school exams are sort of like that space between comfortably drunk and black out drunk. Okay, that’s kind of a big range, but you know that phase that starts when everything goes numb and the room spins a little. That phase when that booze-fueled fog that’s making bad decisions for you clears for a moment and you realize that that shot waiting for you at the bar is totally unnecessary, but you take it anyway.

The last time I did that, I went home in a cab around 7pm [yeah, we started early] and I was puking my guts out until 3am.

I thought I was going to die.

The next morning, I patched together pieces of the previous evening, only remembering hours later that I had literally crawled from the elevator to my sister’s apartment that night. All those embarrassing moments, slowly filtering in, like your memory won’t let your ego die of shame by bringing it back all at once.

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That’s kind of what exams are like. Really. It’s a numbing three hours where at the end, you’re not even sure what happened. And in a lot of ways, I don’t even want to know what happened. I have three more exams coming up; how well I did [or not] is a question gladly deferred until my ego can handle it.

So when I walked out of my tax exam around 1pm today into a warm, sunny afternoon, I couldn’t resist the longer ride home. A day this beautiful can’t go to waste, especially when I have the handy excuse of “well, I need to clear my head after that exam totally effed me in the a.” And so, I mercilessly exploited that excuse, riding through Watertown then heading through Cambridge, stopping to see flowers and trees with [green!] leaves on them and groups of friends or happy couples strolling lazily with coffee cups in their hands. And cruising past it all, I gulped in the fresh, spring air, trying to clear my lungs of the cobwebs and dust that’s forming in them.

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I sucked in more air when I stopped by Cambridge, and stomped around in my Sidis, running inside and out. But that’s for tomorrow; for now, coffee [and maybe a little more law] calls.

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