The Beginning

So to start the journey let me explain where I came from.  I was in the midst of a divorce, wanting a new start and decided to move away from Alabama and back to Louisiana where I had grown up.  My father still lived here and I was hoping that he would show more of an interest in my children than he had so far.  I had obtained my Associate's of Science from Central Alabama Community College and I applied to Southeastern Louisiana University.  At that point, my major was initially math education.  However, the difference in the states would have made me start almost completely over so I chose a new major, Criminal Justice.  An offhand remark by my daughter reminded me of my desire to become an attorney and so a new path began.

I applied to three law schools in my senior year of college, Southern, Tulane and LSU.  I really did not expect to get into LSU or Tulane.  So I patiently waited while working in a domestic violence shelter.  This only solidified my desire to practice law.  So one day, two envelopes came in the mail, one from LSU and one from Southern.  I had been accepted to both!  So I had to make a decision.  Did I go to the law school that had a higher bar passage rate but only accepted students full time or do I attempt to work around my job and go to the other school that accepts part time students?  Fortunately for me, the decision was made for me, in that I lost my job.  So I accepted the offer from LSU.

First year was hell.  We don't choose schedules, the people we are in classes with, nothing.  But I survived it. However, I failed contracts that first semester.  The second semester was much better.  I went to school during the summer in order to keep my credits on track for graduation.  I began having migraines though, along with my thyroid disease that I have had for many years which is controlled very well through a daily medication.  I was placed on a preventative for my migraines and it seemed to help.

Second year starts and I'm ok.  Then I get a letter in the mail telling me that my endocrinologist has passed away.  I was due for my semi-annual checkup in less than a month.  So I call the new endocrinologist and I am unable to be seen until February (it's currently August).  I begin feeling very fatigued and worn out.  I find that I am unable to remember things that I should be remembering.  This doesn't bode well for exam time. I get my grades for the Fall Semester and of course, they sucked.  I had a GPA of 1.87.  I was properly placed on academic probation.  I needed to get a 2.0 the following semester or I would be removed from the student body.