In reality I know that this is hyperbole, but there are times when it feels like that's true. I remember starting law school among this largely serious and intense group of humans. I am rarely serious and only intense when it comes to working out or being in love. Despite actually being a relatively smart person I have never thought of myself as very intellectual. I felt lacking in law school, and I showed it by not appearing to care that much. In fairness I had three abdominal surgeries my first year. I followed my heart to Texas and visited my third year at Baylor where I didn't know anyone. My grades, whether good or bad, transferred back to WVU as pass/fail, so I wasn't exactly the hardest worker. (Ironically I had my best grades of law school). My third year I had a business organizations class where the professor posted his teaching notes online. I went to that class twice: the first and last classes. I still have a recurring nightmare where I go to that class on the day of the final and am lost. I faked it into getting a B.
|With my parents at my law school graduation in 2003. Ha ha! Fooled them all!|
|Meeting Emmitt Smith at work in April 2005. He was totally onto me.|
|With brilliant women in the MI Capitol ten years after moving here (March 2016)|
|Finishing the Gazelle Girl Half Marathon a few weeks ago|
|On stage at a work event a few months ago. I admit: I felt like a rockstar this day.|