When God paused at the end of the day to inquire of us if we had any questions, I seriously considered asking him how I had gotten to this point in my life. Where exactly had I gone wrong that I ended up in a room full of state lawyers being taught how to implement regulations (which interpret and make specific statutes). I could not manage to pay attention, and instead admired the hair and pregnant-status of the very pretty pregnant lawyer at the next table. It's true, I'm jealous of pregnant ladies lately. I know by the time I get around to having my own baby, it'll be autistic. I suppose I could stop taking my birth control, but I know my boyfriend hunted this down and reads it. Hi boyfriend!
By 11:45 this morning, I was about to have an episode of Tourette's. I envisioned standing up and clearing the table of the lawyer chicks crap beside me and screaming curse words until I was escorted from the room. The nicest part of that fantasy was the leaving part. I made it to lunch break at nooner before quietly gathering my stuff and slipping away. When my boss inevitably asks me how it goes and what I learned, I feel I will not be able to lie. Like I should tell him that what I learned was that I'm off my life path. I was never meant to do this, and it's a crying shame that I am.
I need to put a little more effort into changing things.