When I finished the torts exam on Monday, I couldn't feel the bliss of freedom because I was overworked and overstretched and I was not a memory foam. So it took a while for my brain to awaken to the fact that I was f-r-e-e as in free to catch up with friends, free to research on my next news assignment, free to read a non-legal book, free to travel, to do pro-bono work, to prepare for next semester's study...and on the last few words, freedom is so paradoxical in my case.
For the first time, I've outgrown the age when freedom meant not waking up before 12 or sitting on the eaves of an ancient dormitory and singing tunelessly with my best friend* our feets dangling some 40 meters above ground*. And freedom now means days packed full of agenda other than study and relentless researching on writing, on what am I going to uncover this time.
I am digressing from writing an eulogy of the previous semster. Oh what the heck...I'd just cap it like this "never wanna live through contract law again."
Too tired even to think of it, why am I writing about it anyway.
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