The words are secretary, noose and heel.
I was a secretary once, for a very long time. I had a good income, great benefits, friends, predictability . . . but I gave that up a few months ago to enter law school and begin a new life. I finally made it to a place of fresh starts and a promising future wide open for my adventurous spirit.
I thought.
As it happens, life is still hard - harder really. I have no salary. I will soon owe my being to the educational loan store. There's no going back to the old life and yet, the new one is already eluding me.
I seem to be in the middle of nowhere. It isn't easy to make As in law school. Heck, it isn't easy to make a passing grade. Schools send you away if you don't pass muster.
Now the noose of life tightens around me once again. I must pass this next semester -I must excel in a grand sense - for the only way I can go is forward, somehow. My Achilles heel is hit and I'm struggling.
