finish law school

And this is not even the toughest part.

I want to bang my head unto the wall and scream, “Why the hell am I doing this?”. Because sometimes I hate how school makes me feel so uncertain and insecure about myself. I can’t stare at my paper for an hour or forever. I’d like to think my brain is failing me, or am I failing my brain?

One more semester to go. It’s definitely not the last hurdle or the ultimate end, though. I have three hundred days (more or less) to get my act together before the next bar season. I should be doing a count-down, really. My friend DK warned that the next five months will be a breeze.

Lonely Planet dreams will have to take backseat for now.