I studied,
I planned,
I contacted,
Filled out every form,
Went to every preparation even,
Almost weekly.
Smiling,
even if I had to find privacy,
In a hospital bathroom stall
while waiting for an infusion.
I got good scores,
And made good impressions
And yet,
The people in charge
Give me housing,
With no real transportation options,
Almost a mile and a half from the school of law.
Because they made a mistake.
I wonder,
Where is the justice?
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I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty
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