𝐼𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦: 𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛; 𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦.
In this mystifying tale, Nora Adette Seong finds herself in a strange predicament where she is heavily distraught because of a man that will inevitably cause he...
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Eight Months Later, Present time.
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A cornucopia of textbooks, study guides, practice tests, and a tissue box lay on my desk— as I sniffle.
For the past six months, I had been fastidiously studying for The Law School Admission Test.
I was practically crying every single day from the mere stress of failure.
My exams were meant to commence in April, and not to mention it is also tomorrow.
I spend the entire day, at Columbia University's Arthur W. Diamond Law Library.
In the duration of me studying, and having numerous mental breakdowns, borrowing tasteless books of law; was truly helpful.
I signed into the administration testing sight and spend three agonizing hours racking my brain for possible answers to these absurd questions.
After five iced coffees, I finally submitted the exam.
Tears of relief and confusion escape me, and I rethink my answers— running a hand through my disheveled hair; really regretting the choice I made for one question.
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Alaina and Emi ring the doorbell incessantly, as I open the apartment door to see both of them with tubs of Ice-Cream stacked on their arms.
I squeal from pure excitement, helping them place the Ice-Cream into the freezer while Alaina closes the door, with a bottle of French wine from Emi's fathers wine cellar.
Alaina then asks "What movie are we going to watch?"
Emi and I both eye each other and both hypothesize simultaneously "The Notebook!"
Alaina rolled her eyes, and chuckled, muttering how she predicted that we would all end up sobbing our eyes out towards the end.
We all ended up bursting out laughing at the memory of all the girls crying to the movie "Up," during a sorority hangout at my apartment.
All of the sorority girls ended up drunk that night, crying, slurring out words, and I was just sitting on the couch with Emi and Alaina placing their heads on my lap— laughing hysterically at the bullshit the girls were yelling.
I still do not indulge in underage drinking as I said before on my nineteenth birthday, but studying to become an Attorney had caused me to ask a ridiculous amount of wine from Mama.
