In my second year, Bush v. Gore was decided and the farce that is America was finally fully revealed. I should have left law school then, but I didn’t know what else to do. I was massively in debt and also I was talentless. I had to see it through.
Still, I think of Mr. Jayaprakash, who did not return. We came back in the summer and he was gone. I don’t if that was because of disillusionment, or the fact that his laptop’s screen didn’t fully light up, or if it was because our contracts professors kept calling him Jayaprokish, which was not his name.
Maybe he was rich and didn’t care about losing all that money. Maybe he was just smarter and braver than I am. I really don’t know.
I hope he found happiness, though. And a new laptop.
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