...but sometimes you might just get what you need. (Thanks to Mick Jagger for giving me the title for this post)
It's finals time, so naturally I'm in a constant state of panic, stress, hunger, more stress, hyperventilation, trying not to cry, and sheer panic. Of course, law school rules mandate that you never, ever, admit these feelings. It would mean that you're not as naturally brilliant and successful as the other 140 people in your class. So I turned to a non-law school friend to confide in, who also happens to be the only person who understands my pre-finals induced psychosis. I called the REB.
And on Friday, a very sweet little package arrived, overnight, from Amazon.com. Although it may seem like a cruel trick to send a girl her favorite DVD during finals, he's the only one who knew it was just what I needed to get me through it. Even though he wasn't always able to give me what I wanted in a relationship, he definitely knows how to be there as a friend when I need it. And that's more than good enough for me.
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