I'd be impressed if I wasn't so embarrassed. Are you okay?' He braces himself on his forearms, pretty much doing a push-up on top of me. I'm still gripping his shirt, trying to figure out how this happened, and thinking about how much this is not how I visualize success at all. I grab on to his shoulders as I stumble over my stupid knapsack and pull him down with me. I spin around, disoriented, and am slammed into by the guy with the amazing vertical. The mantra in my ears silences as the headphones pull free. My knapsack slips from my shoulder, and I trip over it as I try to avoid either the Frisbee or the guy. Worse than the Frisbee, though, is the huge guy jumping to catch it-the air he gets is rather extraordinary-unfortunately, it's sending him on a collision course, and I'm the object he's due to hit. I open my eyes to find a Frisbee hurtling toward me. I'm in the middle of visualizing winning my first case when I'm startled by a loud shout. Like Mount Everest, except not terrifyingly dangerous.

I'm going to beat every single one of my classmates and climb my way to the very top. I'm going to kick all the asses this year. I repeat the mantra as I continue across the open green space, more and more excited for my first class. I close my eyes and repeat it, visualizing finals and graduation and getting the best possible internships, having the best average in the class, getting the best job. 'What does your success look like? Visualize that success.

I crack a lid, just to make sure I'm not wandering off course. 'Inhale success.' The fresh scent of grass and trees tickles my nose, and I think maybe someone nearby might be wearing cologne, because I get a whiff of that, too. 'And breathe in success.' Podcast Woman sucks in a windy breath. 'Exhale your anxiety,' the motivational podcast woman exhales into my ear. It's a shortcut and also a place where students hang out between classes. 'Visualize success,' I murmur, and close my eyes as I cut across the open field. 'Close your eyes and visualize what your success looks like. It's my first day of law school and I'm determined to go in with a clear mind. I resist the urge to check my schedule again-I know exactly where my class is since I walked the route yesterday and focus on the podcast. The key to success is to visualize it.' The soothing voice commands my attention, mostly because I'm wearing earbuds and it blocks everything else out.

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