Six Ten AM

Last Friday, I had my first moot exam. Truthfully, I had no idea what to expect. While most of my classmates were doing their moots earlier this year, I was in a hospital, recovering from an unexpected delivery of my daughter, who decided to make her debut a month early. Since then, I’ve been grappling with a lot of questions. Was everything unfolding the way it was meant to? Am I still on the right path, or am I just holding onto a sinking ship? These thoughts aren’t new—I’ve been battling inner turmoil about school for a while now. It’s wild, really, considering it’s exam season. You’d think I’d be desperate for a break, but instead, I found myself missing school. FOMO will do that to you. I’ve always loved academia; it’s a space where I feel alive. But like most things in life, it comes with its share of complications. Over the last few years, I’ve had to navigate a fair number of those, and at times, they’ve made me wonder if I belong here at all. Anxiety, as always, hasn’t bee...

When I was 17, I decided I wanted to be a human rights lawyer. Activism has always been a passion of mine, as anyone who knows me will tell you. At 18, I began researching the steps I needed to take to achieve this goal. Every blog, website, and person I consulted emphasized that law school is no easy feat. But what would you expect from “the noble profession”? Of course, it’s hard (sorry Elle Woods, it seems I have failed you). For me, studying law has been difficult for unexpected reasons. The content itself is fascinating, and despite my friends and I often lamenting how much we hate law school, we frequently find ourselves discussing legal topics outside of class, as if they are our favorite subjects. What has been truly challenging is the sense that the institution itself is against me. When I started school four years ago, I was anxious but ready to face the challenges of law school. I was eager to write essays again (can you guess my favorite subject in school?). At each new aca...