Of Exams, Growing Up, and Choices

First there were eight choices.

The first exam I failed at the College of Law was a multiple choice exam.  Eight choices, one right answer. It could be all of the above or none of the above.

I got my first 4.0, a conditional pass or if you're pessimistic a conditional fail, when I was 21 years old.  One year after I left the denial age of 'twenteen' life hit me --  everything becomes more complicated as you grow up.  Even a simple multiple choice.  I remembered looking at my bluebook with that ubiquitous red mark. I went back to my textbooks and realized that most answers were either none of the above or all of the above.

None of the above OR all of the above.

Five years into the College of Law and just two more semesters to go, I can say this has been the most valuable lesson I have learned.

Life gives us choices. Some apparent, some we have to create ourselves.  Some choices are not choices at all but merely just distractions and nuisance. But just like any exam, sometimes this distractions and nuisances are what makes it more challenging and exciting.