Forgive the silence. It’s been hellish.
The bar exam is next week. I still can’t believe I’m taking it again. Some days I feel physically ill. That is until today. My re-accreditation came in the mail, so I’m clear to do immigration law for three more years. Three more years of proving how awesome I am while some attorneys look down on me. Yet I’m the one who gets the calls for my asylum expertize.
Whatever…
I want my damn license.
Will someone hug me if I utterly fail… again.