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Final Exams.

My final exams are creeping up and I'm stressed to the max, stressed and calm at the same don't know if that makes sense but that's how I feel. I've spent more time in the library this semester than I have since I started university.
This year has been very emotional, I had one of my mood swings last and I was like " screw it" . I picked up a new book and read my sorrows away.
I started reading my first novel ' The second Chance by Nyegi Koin' which I got as a 10th birthday present from my 6th class teacher who was also my private tutor. It has been almost thirteen years since I got and the book seems to remind me of how old I'm getting and how I'm yet to achieve anything .

Law school application is finally online, I've completed my online application and hopefully, If everything goes according to plan I should start law school this summer. Their  requirements are a bit annoying but I'm trying my best to get everything together before the end date.
I have four exams starting on the 23rd of April and finishing on the 6th of May evidence been the worst one with a compulsory question carrying fifty percent of the seventy-five for the entire exam. I also have the lecturer I had for constitution, which I failed in third year and had to repeat, he tells me how I'm very capable and lack precision , he can be an A-hole at times, but I guess that's what been a lonely old man does to you.

 For the first time I'm ahead when it comes to studying and I also have my topics, legislation and cases picked up.
Admin is going to be another difficult one, as easy as it is I don't attend the lectures, I'm looking forward to commercial my favorite module.
If everything goes according to plan I should be in Lagos be in Lagos a few weeks before law school.

I do apologise for my unexplained absence, I made several attempts to write posts but I lose focus after the first line.

XXXX
L.D

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  1. Best of luck with your exams LD and for the future.

    Like how you life your life on the outside and it all seems very sincere

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