Last night, I took stock of myself in the mirror. I was looking for delight or relief or exhaustion in my eyes. I checked my head to see if there were any new gray hairs. My legs were pale, chapped, screaming for some time outside in shorts. My belly had grown from sitting in the library and then eating ice cream to take the stress away. And my beard was rough, scraggly, and starting to itch. I took out my shaving cream and a disposable razor and began to shave, slowly, deliberately. With each stroke, I began to see a little bit of myself from 9 months ago. And when I was done, there I was, lost and found again.
Congratulations to my esteemed colleague, and congratulations to me. Hello 2L.
Power to the people.
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