Shouting into an (near) empty theater
I'm less than a week away from sitting for the Virginia Bar. I've shut down all non-necessary functions so I can focus completely on learning the ridiculous black-letter standards they test on so I can immediately forget them and really learn the law as soon as I pass.
My apartment is clearing out. I just sold my dining room table, my leather sofa, my microwave and my desk to a Sri Lankan family who live just below me. The father, a short guy named Sachin who just moved hear with his wife and young son from Denver, would mouth his assent to prices and then bob his head left and right. Most of my personal stuff is all packed up and sitting in boxes in my front room.
A week from tomorrow and I'll be on the road. Again.
"... and our lives passed away like as it were unto us a dream..."
My apartment is clearing out. I just sold my dining room table, my leather sofa, my microwave and my desk to a Sri Lankan family who live just below me. The father, a short guy named Sachin who just moved hear with his wife and young son from Denver, would mouth his assent to prices and then bob his head left and right. Most of my personal stuff is all packed up and sitting in boxes in my front room.
A week from tomorrow and I'll be on the road. Again.
"... and our lives passed away like as it were unto us a dream..."