Bar Exam Time Is Here!
Tomorrow is the big day! I'm feeling surprisingly good. Calm, confident, happy. With only occasional (but very, very acute) pangs of intense panic and terror. I am going to spend the day relaxing, reading my (non-law-related) book, and basically resting my brain. Mike and I had a great time at the cabin. I studied a ton, but it was the good type of studying--the kind that takes place on a floatie raft, with feet digging into the sand, and/or lounging on the back deck in a comfy chair. And interspersed with kayak rides, tasty meals, stargazing, and gimlets. All in all a dreamy way to spend what I expected to be a very intense few days.

One of the best parts of the weekend was when my family--my parents, grandma, Kate, Sarah, Mary, and The Adorable Niece--drove up (Mike's cabin is about 45 minutes from my parents' home) on Saturday and took us out for a nice long lunch. It was so great to see them. Especially You Know Who:

Let's hope the Bar Exam Fairies pick my favorite essay subjects. I am poised to conquer Con Law, Crim Pro, Torts, and Evidence. I am ready to thrash about in a sea of vague competence in every other subject. Except Corporations, which I am just hoping will not show up at all.
So...think of me the next two days. Essays on Tuesday, multiple choice on Wednesday. If you'd like to show some solidarity, I invite you to spend both days at the bar of your choice, from 9 - 4:30 each day.




6 Comments:
Good luck! I'll think of you.
Hey Anna,
I'm sure you'll kick ass. If Robert Tourtelot can become a lawyer, so can you!:
http://tjic.com/?p=6135
Best wishes,
Gene Ha
Thanks, friends. OMG, Gene, that post was painful to read...
Last year I got seated next to a guy who: a) fell asleep during the essays; and b) started spontaneously bleeding doing the multi-choice. I found it oddly encouraging in the sense of "I'm a total idiot, but I've got a hunch I might do better than this guy." Rumor has it that some other guy pulled out his own tooth at one point. It's a total freakshow, but you'll do fine. Waking up the day after you're done with the bar is like Christmas + Your Birthday x 10. What's the present? Not having to study for the bar anymore!
go juice go!
go juice go!
go juice go!
now picture me in a really sweet sporto outfit with pom-poms chanting that next to you while you take your exams!
Aren't you glad to be HALF done! I've still got another two more fun-filled days....
BTW: The guy in front of me kept farting the whole time. No, really. He farted. A lot. Little squeaky ones. Constantly. But I think it's a nervous tick. He didn't fart as much during the afternoon session. I may need nose plugs.
Cheers!
-s.
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