One Final Week

So, I am down to the final week of this bar exam preparation. And I must say, I am starting to get excited. I am just so ready to get this over with. It has been nothing less than training for the world’s longest marathon. At the beginning of the summer, I admit, my greatest worry was not having any prospect of employment after the bar. Funny how God knows best, because everyday I am so thankful that I don’t have a job. Because after this exam next week I plan to not leave my house for at least 48 hours. Then, I look forward to nothing more than having NOTHING to do. Going to the pool. Texting people who have to go to work. HA.
Sure, the bank account will be looking kind of interesting towards mid-August, but I might just go get a part-time job doing something totally brainless until the right full-time opportunity comes around. I was worried about my summer spending, but honestly, I have been really good. I went to Target yesterday and was only in there for 17 minutes and came out with exactly what I went in there to get! Seriously, if you don’t know me you definitely can not appreciate what that means, but for those of you who are aware of my mild Target addiction, you understand that this is nothing short of a miracle.

Anyway, I am at the library now {where I must say the librarians have perpetual morning attitudes – and speaking of libraries – yesterday I saw 8 pregnant women in a 30 minute time span}, and I am preparing to dive into some more essay review. It’s corporations, pleading & practice, and state constitutional law today.
I am ready. I am content.

I have 191 hours. I have a headache.

25 Days

So it’s down to the last 25 days until the bar exam and I must say for someone who rarely admits to stressing out…I’m stressing out. I have constant headaches, I can’t sleep and I have started having ridiculously retarded dreams about this exam that would perplex Mr. Scorsese himself. I mean the most RIDICULOUS things . . . like homegirl is over here dreaming that they added a “Quick Fire” Challenge to the bar exam. For those of you who watch way too much BRAVO TV like I do, you know that I’m referring to the Quick Fire cooking challenge we saw weekly in Top Chef. Seriously? I consider myself to be a pretty sharp cookie, but a cooking part of the bar exam?
This leads me to believe that perhaps I should have continued in my walk down the road of Domestic Diva-ness, resuming regular trips to Williams-Sonoma (my favorite store outside of Target), and investing in enough matching aprons and Kitchen Aid Professional Series mixers to be the chocolate version of the ever-so-put-together Sandra Lee. Could have been a nice life. But I yet decided to massage my brain a little more and dig myself deeper into the jowls of educational debt by attending an additional three years of I’m-smarter-than-you school. Anyhow, I sit here, probably wasting time that would be better spent studying the ridiculous amount of material they give you to prepare for this exam, which is really nothing more than a drawn out lesson in malpractice because if you ever hire a lawyer who doesn’t look things up, then you should really consider firing that person and getting a job to earn back the money you no doubt wasted on their ridiculous hourly fees. So back to studying I go, because
I only have 25 days . . . four days longer than they (whoever “they” is) claim it takes to fully develop a habit. So let’s hope that I can master that skill and that this material just becomes habit. Because I will pass this exam the first time I take it. I will. And yes, I realize that I said “ridiculous” way too much in this post, but if the shoe fits . . .

One and Done.