Michaela’s schedule looked jam packed with her classes and the internship. Just looking at it for those couple of seconds stressed me the hell out, so I can only imagine how she must be feeling. The scenes with Michaela, Annalise, Soraya and Tegan were everything to me. Four black women sitting united and winning against two ain’t shit white men was lovely for my eyes to see. Both Annalise and I were proud of Michaela’s knowledge and professionalism at the first meeting. That nod of approval warmed my heart. Too bad that feeling didn’t last long. I saw Michaela’s life flash before my eyes when she said no to Tegan’s question about looking over/finishing Annalise’s draft of her counter suit. Annalise looked like she was ready to jump across that desk… OMG and that finally knock out she delivered about Michaela looking for a mommy everywhere she goes hurt my heart. Michaela had that coming though (sort of) with the way she chased after Annalise and demanded that she not work at Caplan & Gold. On a happier note, hell yes, to Tegan making (really helping to form) Michaela into (even more of) a boss bitch, and I loved Michaela ordering the other interns around, though I could’ve done without her comment about going to therapy making people weak.
Hope? Hope is not the absence of tragedy, my friend. It is the conviction that tragedy can be endured. Hope is the spark in you that is not subdued in the face of the vast and callous indifference of the universe. Hope is that which is not shattered by hardship. Hope is the urge to fight what is wrong even when you know it will destroy you. Hope is the decision to love and need someone knowing that they will one day die. For me to promise that there are no obstacles would be the cruelest lie I could possibly tell. That lie is not hope. Hope is the will which needs no lies. —Travis Beacham