Submitted by Ms. Machie
When I first came to law school, I was too young to know how to balance my personal life with the demanding--even consuming, career path I had chosen; and, ever since my first year in law school, I've been stuck in a deep, dark, and seemingly endless tunnel.
My first year in law school was an eye-opener to the darkness around me. It wasn't enough to take notes anymore. It wasn't enough to memorize my notes anymore. I needed to think, and I needed to think on my feet while I was in class before the professor or at the library before my homework, which often stared me in the face as if it had a pair of eyes, too--eyes that were telling me to quit, because I would never get it. By then, there were a lot of things I realized that I, at the age of 21, would never get.
The summer before my first year in law school I stayed at home crying myself to sleep, because my engagement to my first boyfriend had ended. He went back to South Korea. I stayed, well, here. (Ever since he left me, I knew that I had to go on a journey, and it would be the first one of many.)