This is one of those nights

that I'll witness the black sky turn into day.

Our library is still full of people. Midterms season is over but students are still poring over powerpoint presentations and papers. I am no exception, writing a draft for a final paper for Introduction to Law. My roommate was right. There's no better way of testing whether lawyering was something I wanted to do for the rest of my life than taking classes like this and joining the moot court team. Now I know that I don't want it at all. John Grisham tricked me into believing that I did.

What am I to do now? Will my writing change the world someday?