With a car like She-Ra, I was used to the unexpected. But a car problem that required me to change my tire at seven in the morning in heels before my first class on my first day of law school was even more annoying than my usual car issues. My hands were covered in mud and dirt by the time I was done, but my jeans, button-up lilac colored shirt, and black blazer were fine. I said a silent thanks to my dad for teaching me how to change a tire in less than ten minutes, and rushed out the door to my class. I was frazzled, but made it through the first day without getting an ulcer—at least, as far as I could tell. Part of that was because of my friend, Cade. He’d been in my law school prep class over the summer, and we’d helped each other on a few assignments. When I got to school this morning, I was happy to see we had some classes together. We’d made plans to get together and study later in the week.When school was done for the day, I checked my hair, makeup, and did a quick assessment of my ass in my jeans.
