 The first week back after Thanksgiving, Ceta realized Que was right --- she’d lost all excitement for law school. She promised herself for the rest of the semester, she’d spend all of her energy renewing her excitement for her studies and catching up. But late into the evenings when Ceta watched the digital clock on her microwave change, she doubted it possible to maintain her goal in solitude.
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 Two months into her first semester, Ceta found herself more lost than she’d been on her first day of class. In the library that evening, she switched back and forth between more than 200 pages of reading assignments, trying to regain her rapidly declining attention. Letters blurred together. She blinked repeatedly trying to clear them.
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