The last week has floated by in a rather uneventful, rapid haze. My days seem to fall repetitively into each other, planned begrudgingly around this LSAT prep course. Nonetheless, they’re offering me a chance to reacclimate to the life I occupied before going to India, and I’m starting to realize the importance of this summer in terms of what it’s taught me about myself. Album here.
I feel as though I’m watching life happen around me as if it were a foreign language movie with subtitles. I can clearly understand what’s going on, but it comes to me filtered — and I am somehow detached. This is a difficult time because I’m having to schedule everything around the two hours of LSAT hell a day, which turns into four hours with the hour-long commute each way. I’ve found a bus route to the Princeton Review, thank God — cheaper, faster, and less of a hassle.
