Mission
Accomplished
Sitting in the back row of class,
knitting to stay awake, she couldn't quite believe the long days and nights.
Law School and the dense readings, monotone lecturers, droning on about the law
and their heydays. Night school.
Why? Because, tuition is only one
part of the equation, there’s living...yup, rent and food and getting around.
Filling the gas tank and keeping up insurance & car payments. So, why
law? Why not!
That’s the thread of the life of a
girl, in the back row, knitting and listening and thinking that she will
actually effectuate positive change.
It’s the glue for the belief, however, pollyanna, that she will make a
difference. The ticket is the law degree
and passing the Bar. Ahhh, passing the
bar. What can that do in the long run? It’s too early to think too hard on that
piece.
She had a date with a Greek guy,
that her father had fixed her up with. Again, that ethnic bit despite living in
Cambridge, away from her folks. She
agreed, to please her dad, thinking as she put away her knitting and books in
the various bags that perhaps she’d been too agreeable. She was a bit tired,
crammed in with over fifty students in a hot room, above a retail space on
Newbury Street, which was the good news, being in the city and not isolated in
some suburban campus.
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