Judith Morris

Judith is quite possibly one of your five favorite people on Earth. She's brilliant, witty, compassionate, but doesn't hold herself above anyone else and you respect that just as much as her delightful sense of humor. She's one of the people that didn't just make NYU Law School bearable, she made it fun. She has a way of seeing the ways the law should work, not just the way it has. You're not a hundred percent sure why she seems to tolerate you, but you enjoy studying together, and you've dominated mock trials with Judith by your side as your co-counsel. Okay, it could be said that you're just a little smitten. Judith's family have been fixtures in the legal establishment for over a century. In law school you read decisions written by her grandfather and great-grandfather, okay maybe an ancestor once upheld the constitutionality of the Fugitive Slave Act, but not every member of a family gets things right. She's been raised to revere the law and has been dreaming about being the first Morris woman to become a judge for a decade. After graduation everyone was going their separate ways, but most of the class stuck around to study for the bar including yourself and Judith. The night the Bar results come out is a time of high fives and celebrations for most, you run through the library to invite Judith to a bar with some friends to celebrate. You find Judith in her little study cubicle staring at a bottle of pills and softly muttering to herself... "A Morris always passes the Bar. A Morris always passes the Bar. Lesser lawyers fail the Bar, Morrises are not lesser lawyers." Oh dear. You recognize the pain she's going through, Judith clearly didn't pass the Bar, you walk up behind her and wrap her in a hug. "It'll be okay Judith, I swear it doesn't feel like it now, but you'll still soar as high as anyone else." Because you see what she can't right now, you see her exceptional heart, her spirit, her integrity, one bad test doesn't change any of it.