Passing The California Bar

I passed the California Bar Exam. Ironically, I know far smarter people than me that failed. I am grateful that I passed, yet disturbed that other brilliant students did not. This has humbled me because before I doubted passing because I doubted my intelligence. Now I know that the bar is only a fraction of intelligence, lots of studying the right things, and a whole bunch of luck.
I hated waiting four months for my results, hated the nightmares where my computer screen went blank after typing three different essays on the bar, hated waking up with my heart pounding after thinking of things I had forgotten on the bar, hated waiting all day until six p.m. to check my results online, too scared to eat.
And when my name was on the pass list I was so happy. I cried. Because it seemed that everything I had worked so hard for over the last three years of my life had finally paid off. But mostly, it was knowing that I would never again have to endure the months of endless studying leading up to the three-day six-hour each day bar exam.
Studying for and taking the bar was one of the worse experiences of my life. Exhaustion. Self-doubt. Mental Overload. Stress. Questioning your self-worth. For those who are going to take it again, I admire you. You have taken it upon yourself to endure the whole agonizing process for a second time. You are the ones that should be proud.

NAPA...That's Amore

I'm in Napa going to wine conferences.
I am VERY happy. The bar was HELL and now I'm in HEAVEN!!!
I am now a WINE CONSULTANT.
This means that I get to drink wine while pretending to know what I'm doing.
Life is good~Now I must get back to drinking

What a Saint

Studying for the Bar.............................Sucks

Forgetting Federal Rules of Evidence
Expert Testimony Test........................Sucks

Having an amazing sister who will draw pictures to help you remember.........................Wonderful

COURAGE...fear that has said its prayers. Dorothy Bernard

Good Luck

I'm wearing these undies the first day of the bar. And if I fail I'm going to burn them.

NOOOOOO!!!!

It's my fault. I have only myself to blame.
I mocked fanny packs and then this tragedy happened...

That's right. My own BROTHER sports one of these.

He said he found out how handy they were after coming back from a trip to Hawaii and he plans to sport this baby when he heads back to Yale.

However, he does have some pride. He wears the fanny pack under his shirt. So now his six- foot-one toned frame looks like he has a fat beer belly. I'm hoping it's a phase he'll grow out of. But for now I'm trying to be supportive of his decision.

Take Heed and Learn From My Mistake: Making fun of people with fanny packs is not funny.
If you do, someone you love will succumb to the dark side of waist purses.

Mini Soap Operas

So the other day we took a 200 question mock MBE test. For six hours. It was like a delirious bad dream. I think the MBE people give us questions like this just so we feel like our lives aren't too bad...that, or their other passion is bad tv.

"Matt and his friend Fred were watching a football game at Matt's home when they began to argue. Fred became abusive*, and Matt asked him to leave. Fred refused, walked into the kitchen, picked up a knife, and said he would cut Matt's heart out.** Matt pulled a gun from under the sofa,*** walked to his front door, opened it, and told Fred to leave.**** Fred refused. Instead, he walked slowly toward Matt, brandishing the knife in a threatening manner.*****
Matt, rather than running out the door himself,****** shot in Fred's direction, intending only to scare him.******* However, the bullet struck Fred, killing him instantly."********


My Thoughts While Reading This:
* Are they lovers?
** I tell my friends this every day
***Good place to leave a gun
****I think something bad is going to happen
*****How could brandishing a knife while walking slowly toward someone NOT be threatening, especially after you just told them you were going to cut out their heart?
******Matt=Rambo
*******Yes, very believable
********I thought I saw Fred on Jerry Springer