Re.

Regurgitation.

Or, at the very least, the overwhelming urge to as I sat on the sofa this morning and floundered over the decision as to whether or not I was going to check my grades. Even though the voice on one side said no, let it wait, enjoy your weekend...the voice that said yes won out. And so I checked.

Re-examining.

The one class standing between me and the end of law school, the bane of my existence, my kryptonite...the class that was a "re-do." The class that robbed me of the little sleep I usually partake in anyhow. Anything less than a C, and the world comes crashing down.

Redemption.

Higher than a C. Hallelujah. As long as the last grade is not an F, this is it. The journey be all end all is over - I will be a lawyer.

Reflection.

Strange that the same weekend that I will walk across the stage in my Juris Doctor getup and have them hand me my piece of very expensive paper is the same weekend last year that I fell apart. Strange how the dates coincide. Strange to remember things like that.

I told my advisor a long time ago that I had made up my mind that I would leave law school when one of two things happened: they handed me my diploma, or they pried my cold, dead fingers from the revolving door of the Cooley Center lobby. Law school has a high attrition rate. Many of my friends and classmates went the finger route. Me? I'm glad it's not the second option.

Redemption. and, of course, celebration.

love to those who listen.