This op-Ed by a law professor who’s known ACB for 22 years is 1800000000
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Date: September 27th, 2020 12:58 PM Author: Floppy crackhouse
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Three years into our mentorship, during my last semester of law school, I once again found myself at Professor Barrett’s office door. We had planned to talk about my fledgling plans to apply to clerk for a Supreme Court justice. But I had other, more sobering news to share. A recent minor health scare meant that my last semester of law school would instead be spent undergoing and recovering from multiple eye surgeries. This threatened to jeopardize the grades I would need to pursue my dream.
But it also raised deeper—and far more important—questions about one’s place in the world, the meaning of suffering, and how to face the unknown. Professor Barrett wanted to hear it all. She gave me the space to cry my tears and run through all the “what ifs,” allowing me to stay until I once again felt ready to face the challenges ahead.
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=4634467&forum_id=2#40995409) |
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