I arrive down in the canteen at college. It is empty.
“You okay love?” CanteenLady says.
“No,” I say, my throat tight. “I just walked out of my first exam because I’m not well enough to sit. And I don’t have my purse and they won’t let me back in to get it.”
It’s strange how things such as coffee seem to matter at times like these.
“Oh, love,” she says, handing me a free coffee.
“And now,” I say, realising I like to pour my heart out to strangers, “I can’t travel this summer and my job will be delayed by 6 months and -”
She wordlessly puts her arms around me, and I cry for all I feel I’ve lost.
Being ill is not for the faint of heart…or mind. You’ll get through it and you’ll get through law school and it will all be okay…truly.
Oh love, you will be good. This is a temporary setback. Your writing makes it so clear that you feel at home in law, and that sort of rightness can’t be derailed. Thank god for the kindness of strangers. I wish I could hug you, too, and we could both have a good cry without feeling too silly.
– Lady F formerly known as ecogrrl
I know we’ve talked about this, but I ‘m just catching up on your journal and this entry made me cry. And your canteen lady sounds so much nicer than any of ours, and I’m so glad she was there!
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