the barrister's creed

(an edited version of the Rifleman's Creed)

although i am technically no longer a barrister, this still holds true.

This is my codal. There are many like it but this one is mine. My codal is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My codal, without me is useless. Without my codal, I am useless.

My fountain pen and myself know that what counts in this war is not the rounds we fire, the noise of our burst, nor the smoke we make. We know that it is the hits that count. We will hit...

My memory aid is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a brother. I will learn its weakness, its strength, its pages, its footnotes and its markings. I will keep my memory aid clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...

Before God I swear this creed. My materials and myself are the defenders of my grade. We are the masters of stress. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy, but Peace.

They say "Be careful what you wish for." I wished for a life without stress. I should've wished for a life after passing the bar... i don't know what i would do if stress was taken out of my life. apparently, i don't know how to slow down and keeping myself busy is as natural to me as breathing.

Song of the Day: Another Suitcase In Another Hall (by Andrew Lloyd Weber)
So what happens now? Another suitcase in another hall

So what happens now? Take your picture off another wall

Where am I going to? You'll get by you always have before

Where am I going to? Don't ask anymore