Saturday, July 30, 2005
Post-Bar Exam Reassurance
Found, of course, at GG's.
So...no more studying (at least for now). It's a very strange feeling, to be so busy for so long and suddenly not have many pressing things on the agenda.
I spent Thursday recovering. Go figure. Not only had I been out all night, but I think the whole bar exam experience takes a physical toll. Wednesday when I was done, I went back to my hotel room and just vegged for like 30 minutes. When I got up to call Chuck, my whole body was sore as though I'd worked out - and we all know I hadn't.
Yesterday I went with the fam to see War of the Worlds. I didn't really have any interest in it, and Tom Cruise has been acting so freaky I was inclined to boycott on that basis alone, but T gave me a guilt trip 'cause she wanted me to come. So I went. And it was good. Very entertaining - I recommend it for mindless fun.
Last night, as I was headed to bed, I saw the BIGGEST spider in the kitchen. So I did what any 31 year old would do, I got my Mom to kill it. She did - with a Swiffer - as T and I watched and screamed. I do kill spiders, really I do. With basement living it's a must. But this sucker was huge and I just couldn't do it. So where was Dad? Lounging in bed, reading. He thanked me for not calling him to do the job.
Today it's a quick walk and then off to a friend's for her son's 2yo birthday party. After, she and I and another friend are heading downtown. They booked us a hotel room and are taking me out to celebrate my relative freedom. Yay!
I suppose I'll commence with some productivity Monday.
Friday, July 29, 2005
It's a Damn Good Thing
It's a damn good thing I'm not still studying for the bar. Why is that, you ask? Because I am here at the library - ha! such a creature of habit; actually I came for the free wireless because I have to download some program that will let me be 'in touch' with what's going on at T's school - anywhoo...here I was at a little table minding my own business when this young kid, maybe in his teens? sauntered up, arms full of plastic grocery bags and zipper on his khaki shorts ALL THE WAY DOWN.
He hollered "hi!" and then preceded to deposit all of his belongings on the floor next to me. Um, ok. Whateva. Then he took off. Isn't that some national security violation? Leaving all your shit unattended? Maybe that's just at the airport.
So THEN he returns with a book, obviously snatched randomly from the shelves, and plops down AT MY TABLE. Yes, at my table. There are 4 chairs here, but this is clearly a 1 person table, unless sitting with someone you know. I do not know him. He is now on his 3rd book, flipping through the pages with a quickness. Maybe he's a speed reader. With his glasses and khaki shorts he looks like he just wandered away from the Boy Scout Jamboree - perhaps he's a little "touched" with heat stroke.
God is looking out for this kid. If he'd pulled this shit last week, he'd be a goner.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Relieved? Not really. Mostly terrified.
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
I'm back in my hotel room, have free wireless, am trying to decide what to do for dinner, so might as well fill you in.
Last night was a minor success, considering I didn't vomit. T and I checked in around 3pm and I requested and received late checkout on Thursday. We unloaded all my crap and then drove to the law school, parked my car for free, and trekked back to the hotel in the heat. Once back, I studied for about 2 hours, as previously planned. Then we had dinner at Ram's Brewery and watched The Interpreter on pay TV. Can I just say that after Mystic River and that movie I love Sean Penn? Yes? Ok, I love Sean Penn.
I'd planned to go to bed early, but my nerves got the best of me and I studied after the movie. I think I quit around 11:45pm. Luckily, I didn't have much trouble falling asleep. Unluckily, T got hot in the night (sheesh, my whole family is so hot-blooded) and at 5am she began tossing and turning so much it kept me awake. I instructed her to adjust the thermostat and once it cooled down we blessedly got about another hour of sleep.
By 8:45 I was all checked in and listening to boring bar exam instructions. The funniest part was the guy to my left. When they announced that we had to complete everything today in black ink, I glanced his way and saw a variety of blue ink pens assembled before him. He turned to his left and asked his "table mate" if she had an extra pen. She nodded no. I just rolled my eyes and tossed him one of my 6 pens. What am I, a girl scout?
We had 2 MPT problems. Neither was too difficult, but I ran out of time on the first one. I designated 45 min to read and 45 min to write. I stuck to it, but should've realized my wordy ass would have more to say than it could in 45 minutes. For the 2nd one, I forced myself to finish reading the 'file' in about 30 minutes. Then I wrote for the rest of the time and finished with about 2 minutes to spare.
Lunch: I walked (quickly) back to my hotel room, eating the PB&J I brought along the way, and ran into T's doctor, with whom she had an appointment @ 2pm. So I spoke to her, told her my Mom would be bringing T and why, and filled her in on T's continuing problem (chronic tummy ache).
Once back at the hotel, T was still here. My key "wouldn't work" but I later learned this was because T had the bolt on - and of course she was in the bathroom and didn't hear me knocking. I was borderline nuts at this point, because I had a few things I wanted to review before essay hell began in the afternoon. But I finally gained entrance, got to see T off as she headed down to meet my Mom - thanks Mom - and settled in for a few mintues to review some things.
The afternoon was brutal. 6 essay questions. I bombed at least one and may have barely skated by on at least 2 others. Hoping the 2 or 3 I felt relatively good about will make up the difference for me. I actually left early, which I found shocking since I thought I'd be writing until time was called. Before I did, I went back and added a couple things to 2 questions and then sat with the gift tax question book open for 5-10 minutes, to no avail. I called it quits at that point.
Anyhow, day one down! The hardest part is over. Not that I don't expect tomorrow to be difficult - but at least with MBE questions we've done so freakin' many of them we sort of know what to expect. Thanks to Chuck who boosted my morale when I called him as soon as I hit my room. And now, tummy growling, I have to decide where I want to eat. Well, I know where I want to eat, I just have to decide if I should.
Monday, July 25, 2005
You have done all that you can to prepare for the bar. You have gone to the lectures, you have studied the outlines, you have taken the practice exams. You are ready. I know that you will conquer this hurdle and that you will become a fantastic lawyer. Go and do it. I would wish you good luck but you don't need luck...just a good nights sleep and a pen. Until I see you again, counsellor....
Bar Exam Eve
Some are shopping. Some are blogging. Some are screaming. Some are packing. Some are studying. (Ok, not yet today).
No matter how you're handling these last few hours before the bar exam begins, good luck to you!!!
Sunday, July 24, 2005
I couldn't make this stuff up
Our church is having it's 2nd annual Sausagefest next weekend. I promise. And at mass yesterday, the organizer - bless his heart - prayed for the return of this ginormous sign they'd hung up outside to advertise the event, complete with a picture of a huge sausage. The church is located about 2 blocks from a college campus. I don't think the sign is coming back.
Someone arrived here yesterday by a google search of "Bob Feinberg PMBR home phone."* Just Playin' is the first hit for that search. But I do NOT have Bob's home number. Just his cell.
*See, someone is more stressed than I am. Feinberg's home phone? 3 days before the bar? There's someone who needs to chill.
Saturday, July 23, 2005
If you're stressed (hahaha), this will help you relax. Really. Read it.
You'll never guess what I did last night. Nope, try again.
I went to the movies with my family. I know, I know. But productivity was declining and it sounded like a good idea (Dad's, of course).
So what fabulous piece of cinema enticed me out of the house 4 days before the bar? March of the Penguins. Yes, it's about penguins.
I don't think I learned anything I can use on the bar, but I did learn something I can use after. When penguins get tired of walking, they simply flop down on their big bellies and coast along the ice. The bigger the belly, the smoother the sailing. Who knew my growing tum could be so useful? I'll send you all my new contact info from Alaska.
Friday, July 22, 2005
OK, almost midnight. At which point there will only be 3 days left. Oh. My.
But then I realized - 3 whole days to study for a final is tons of time, a luxury even.
Now, I realize the bar isn't a final - but I've been studying for quite some time now. I don't by any means feel prepared, I'm just trying to remind myself that I can learn or reinforce a TON of information in these last few days.
And that is just what I intend to do.
On the Rocks, Baby
"To its owner, the cell phone is an indispensable lifeline at times of crisis, reuniting loved ones separated by unforeseen events at the touch of a button. But for members of the emergency services making life-and-death decisions, the cell poses a conundrum: Which of the numbers stored in its electronic address book should they call to reach a casualty's next of kin?
Now a simple initiative, conceived by a paramedic in Britain, has gained momentum on both sides of the Atlantic to try to solve this problem. Cell users are being urged to put the acronym ICE -- 'in case of emergency' -- before the names of the people they want to designate as next of kin in their cell address book, creating entries such as 'ICE -- Dad' or 'ICE -- Alison.'"
-I think it sounds like a good idea; I just e-mailed this article to some friends and family members. The only drawback I see is that if you lost your phone (which I often do) then the finder would automatically know your emergency contacts. But if they were honest people, it might help you get your phone back. And if not, well, the info would have been there anyway, just not designated as such.
-Don't worry, I'm studying. I'm just taking a quick break. Back to the essay questions!!!
I'm supposed to care what this squid guy says, why?
I'm annoyed with Contracts. Probably because I did 50 K questions yesterday and this morning am finishing up reading the explanations.
The best was "this is a really tough multistate question where all the answers are wrong, but the examiners want you to guess which answer would be most right if one of the answers were right." I kid you not. And then the answer was based on what some guy named Calamari said. Every damn answer refers to Calamari, p224 or some such shit. Calamari? Isn't that a squid? Or an octopus?
I prefer shellfish.
Oh yeah, bartakers/bartookers - what percentage am I supposed to be getting on these PMBR red book questions again?
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Is this what they mean by "under color of law"?
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
Changing It Up
I just couldn't drive to school this morning to study. I was up at the same time - 6:30 - but simply needed a change of scenery. I've done a good # of practice questions so far this morning, but I think I'm headed to the local library here soon.
T's up and is hatching plans to go to the movies with a friend. Though my Mom volunteered, I'm gonna take T to her friend's and maybe get a haircut. I know, a haircut - with less than 6 days left. But seriously, it's long overdue and my hair's current state puts me in a foul mood first thing every morning. That I don't need.
I also need a quick trip to the bank, but I'm hoping I can run these few errands with little fuss and then hunker down in the "quiet room" for some quality study time.
And - I've already decided that Friday is the last day I'm forcing myself to get up early to study. I will study over the weekend, and I will study Monday. But I'm sleeping in. So there.
That Totally Bites
Taking time off?!? Sigh.
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Shift in Priorities
Generally, when studying in the library, I grab my laptop and carry it with me to the bathroom if there's no one around to keep an eye on it for me. The school library is open to the public and we've had some problems with personal items being stolen.
Lately when I head to the ladies, I take with me my 3 ring binder, full of outlines of the bar exam topics, and leave my laptop to guard my place. I'd be upset if my 'puter was stolen, but it could be replaced (for a price).
The binder, however, is priceless. Its loss would be the end of my sanity.
What I'd be doing this week if I wasn't, you know, doing what I'm doing:
1. Catching Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers at Verizon Wireless Music Center (I still call it Deer Creek in conversation) Thursday night. Great show. Great venue. I can think of very few better ways to spend a summer evening.
2. Seeing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (or, as my Mom called it last night, Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory) with Mom, Dad, and T.
3. Attending yet another (Indianapolis) Indians game at Victory Field.
4. Taking Yoga classes, getting professional massages, drinking pina coladas and pretending we're movie stars with Deb and my Mom.
5. Accepting my parents' endless generosity and heading to a tennis match or 2 with them at the RCA tennis championships.
6. Hanging out with T and generally getting on her nerves.
7. Blogging. Oh, wait. Never mind.
Monday, July 18, 2005
I just got a call from T - she's just landed and is waiting to "de-board" at Cincinnati Int'l Airport. Her flight from Seattle to Cincy was uneventful, and she watched some movie with Ashton Kutcher. She's got about an hour wait and then takes off for Indy.
I can see (when I stand up) that it has started sprinkling here; let's hope (and pray) for no thunderstorms or turbulence as T's flight is landing.
I'll be on my way out to the airport in a bit. I realize (and have warned her) that I won't get to see much of her over the next 9 or 10 days, but I still can't wait for her to come home.
Will She Make It?
Yes, that's duct tape on my bag. And the 2 connecting points for the strap are quite frayed.
But so are my nerves. My emotional state is such that I could not handle having to switch to a new bag at this point in the bar review process.
8 days. My fingers are crossed.
Sunday, July 17, 2005
Click over to Jen's real quick for a great animated cartoon depicting bar study outline hell.
(I couldn't get it to show up right on my blog).
Saturday, July 16, 2005
But who's counting?
Friday, July 15, 2005
Great article about the bar exam in New York that deals with issues many who read this blog have to deal with.
I don't care what the song says,
big girls do cry.
You get what you pay for.
Can I get an "Amen"?
Thursday, July 14, 2005
PMBR Day 2 Results
It was better than expected. I'm still freaking out over how much work I have to do regarding the Indiana essay topics, but I think this MBE class was probably helpful. Yes, I'm going back tomorrow. Sigh. So much to do (yes, I'm blogging - but it helps relax me and I spend a minimal amount of time doing it).
Here's a tip, though. At day's end, don't go up to the professor/lecturer with the following series of questions: "I'm getting a raw score of 111, how is that?" How is that? It's great, considering the average is 95 and the corresponding scaled score is approx 147, when Indiana requires a 132 to pass. "Oh, really? So I should stop practicing 'would you like fries with that?'" Um, lady, there's a line behind you. No one has time for your lame jokes. Then she says "maybe I should start doing some of the questions." The woman hasn't cracked either the red or blue PMBR practice question book, and she'd likely pass the MBE if she took it today. Is she really standing in front of me making me wait to ask my question??? Asking stupid questions to which PMBR already provided her the answers in chart form? Hold me back. Seriously.
Weird, true stuff that will be in my next book.....
In a child molest case involving an 11 year old girl and before the jury was brought into the courtroom, I asked the defense lawyer what was the first name of his witness listed as "Dr. Chevalier". Being a smart ass the prosecutor said, "is it Maurice?" ...perhaps not realizing that the song that made Maurice famous was "Thank Heaven for Little Girls"
In that same case, a juror listed their occupation as a "4 year old teacher"
One time a prosecutor said to a prospective juror during voir dire: "You must be impartial- you almost have to wear the rubber, er, the robe of the judge..." Same prosecutor during final argument: "I guess I'm just beating a dead horse to death."
Public Defender during voir dire: "Have you ever been forced to do something you really didn't want to?"
Prospective juror: "Not until today!"
Defense counsel to a witness: "Can you put yourself back in time to that date?"
A defense lawyer puts his client on the stand. "Why did you steal the car?"
"Because I wanted to kill myself in it."
The lawyer then asks, "Well, did you do it?"
A female lawyer in voir dire asked a male juror "Do you have any children?"
When he said, "No" she said "Well, fantasize with me..."
A Defendant was charged with child molest and sexual battery of 3 young teens. His girlfriend of many years says at his sentencing that "he has been involved with these kids since before their conception."
In a fender-bender auto accident case a chiropractor was testifying about his treatment of the plaintiff. Defense counsel asks, "When was the last time you saw her?" His answer? "You mean totally, totally the last time?"
I Miss My Girl
T has been gone since the 3rd. She's in Seattle and I miss her. It's really for the best, as I have spent so much time studying; but it's still tough.
The 1st week wasn't so bad because she had her cell phone so I could call her at any time and in theory, she could call me. But since Sunday she's been at camp - no cell phones allowed. Which means no contact with T until Saturday.
My consolation is that she loves this particular camp and I'm praying she's having a fabulous time.
I'm here (at school) for day 2 of the 3 day PMBR. We answered 200 questions yesterday and then graded them ourselves using the answer keys we were given, which contain explanations to all the questions. If this guy is just gonna read me the explanations, I'm not going to be a happy camper. I'm just sayin'.
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
So Much for That
I just completed Day 1 of the 3-day PMBR Multistate review course. Ugh. If there were any state action involved with the course, I'd be claiming an 8th Amendment violation for cruel and unusual punishment in requiring us to grade our own practice exams. It's one thing to see the horrible grade and suffer an anxiety attack. It's quite another to go about the demoralizing task of grading the thing, marking off one by one the answers you got wrong.
I think if I take anymore full practice exams before the 26th I'll ask T or one of my parents to score them for me. I just can't take it.
And now, I deserve a quick break, no? I hope so. I have tons to do, but am off to read blogs and relax my mind for a bit...
Frankie Say Relax
Actually, it was Kobie asking me to relax.
As some of you may recall, I've been having trouble with headaches lately. The one last week that sent me home from the library about 3 hours earlier than I'd planned was the last straw. I decided, despite the dwindling available study time, to cash in my Christmas gift certificate (courtesy of Tommy) for a 1 hr therapeutic massage @ Phillipe's.
The massage was wonderful, except for my inability to follow simple directions. My well-built, good-looking young masseur kept instructing me to "relax my neck." I was trying - really - I'm just not very good at it. "Relax, relax, relax your neck," he'd say as he tried to rotate it from side to side. "Don't you feel that resistance? You're resisting me; I should be able to just move your head."
Ah, well. I tried. Despite my stubbornness, the massage was well worth the time away from studying. And - you can all feel free to take pity on my bar study hell and get me another massage, should the urge strike you.
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
If you blog, take the MIT Weblog Survey
Once you take the survey, you can log back in to compare your answers with those of other bloggers. Fascinating stuff. Especially when you should be studying for the bar. Or calling the cops on hoodlum neighbors with fireworks.
It's July 12th, isn't it?
I ask because the hoodlums across the street are still with the fireworks. It's July 12th, people!!!
I'm gonna have to slap them with a content neutral time, place, manner restriction if they keep it up. Let's hope it doesn't come to that.
The Gift of Immunity
With two weeks to go in this vicious cycle, I am going to give you exam takers the best gift I received when I took the bar. The vivacious and sultry Amanda gave me "bar immunity," when I was at this stage in the studying. This immunity allowed me to say whatever I wanted, when I wanted, and as often as I wanted to whomever I wanted. This immunity will extend until one week after the bar exam.
Vent your frustrations. Exhaust your anger. Soothe your bitterness. This can all be done in the secure knowledge that what you say cannot be held against you-because you have bar immunity! Worried that your spouse will divorce you because of the things that slip out of your mouth? Worried that rich Aunt Maude will cut you out with a deathbead, noncupative will? Worried the police will sic the taser on you? Fear not, you have the shield of bar immunity!
Bar immunity-it's better than pills and liquor (but not sex).
Disclaimer: Although I personally am allowed to give immunity in certain cases for a criminal offense, this immunity does not extend to any criminal acts that you may commit and then claim the protection of bar immunity. You're on your own there.
Monday, July 11, 2005
For those of you, like Kelly, who might need a refresher course on basic tort law, you should look no further than the recent Massachusetts case of Doe v. Moe, 827 N.E.2d 240 (Mass. App.2005 Mass.)
The court ruled that a female partner owed her male partner no legal duty of reasonable care during their consensual sexual encounter where the female partner changed her position and landed awkwardly on the male partner, resulting in the male partner suffering a penile fracture.
The appellate court determined that before liability for negligence can be imposed it must first be established that the defendant owed the plaintiff a legal duty of care which is "to be determined by reference to existing social values and customs and appropriate social policy." In determining that no such duty existed, the court said that "(i)n the absence of a consensus of community values or customs defining normal consensual sexual conduct, a jury or judge cannot be expected to revolve a claim that certain consensual sexual conduct is undertaken without reasonable care."
The court went further by stating that "(w)hile it is inappropriate and unworkable to hold consenting adults to a standard of reasonable care in the conduct of private consensual sexual behavior, we conclude that it is appropriate that they be held to a standard that requires them not to engage in wanton or reckless conduct toward each other during such consensual sexual conduct." The court found no such conduct in this case and affirmed the dismissal.
An interesting read and I think I'll pass this on to Professor Klein.
And how is that for my first post....
Our last day of bar review (today) consisted of a mock MBE: 100 multiple choice questions in 3 hours in the morning; repeat in the afternoon.
I informed several people that I would not be showing up for this torture. Not that I'm confident about passing the MBE, just that I didn't think answering these sample questions was the best use of my time at this point. I fretted and eventually decided to go for the AM session but not the afternoon.
One reason to take the mock exam is that simply by doing ridiculous numbers of practice questions you will improve. Well, maybe, but I have hundreds of such questions already in my possession - with answers and explanations. Today's mock exam included answers, but not explanations. WTF? Are they purposely trying to drive me crazy?
Another reason advanced for taking the mock exam is to make sure you're keeping the right pace. I answered the 100 questions in 2 hours. If anything, I move too quickly through the questions. But at least I won't have to worry about running out of time.
Another supposed benefit of the mock exam is that it allows you to see what score you'd get if you took the MBE today. Shit. Why do I need that kind of information? I'm already petrified; I don't need crappy scores to whip me into shape. I got a 65% on the 1st 100 questions. This is about the level we're supposed to be shooting for; with the scaled score, it's passing. Problem is - at least a dozen (maybe more) of the questions were ones we'd already been provided in another practice book. If you're going to drag me in there to answer hundreds of questions and you want my results to provide me with useful info, questions I haven't already seen would be appreciated.
I tallied the questions I got wrong and it looks like I'm doing OK in Evidence and Torts, I need to seriously review Contracts, Con Law, and Property, and I suck at Crim Law. Good times.
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Change It Up
I managed to meet my goal of going to mass at 8am today. And now that I'm home and ready to study, I've realized I've been changing outfits a little more frequently than a normal person should.
Take yesterday. Pants and tank top (with sweater for when the law school library air co hits frigid) for studying at school. Library closed at 5pm, so I came home and changed into "golf clothes" - sleeveless polo and old lady shorts - for a quick trip to the driving range. Once home, I changed again - better shorts and a 'wicking' tank top - for an approx 3 mile walk. Then after a shower it was scrubs and a T-shirt for a couple more hours of studying.
I'm on the same track today. I dressed casually for church, but I'm going to study outside so I need to change into something cooler. And in a couple hours it'll be bathing suit time since I plan to lay out while listening to PMBR CDs. Then the best part - dinner at Ruth's Chris to celebrate my sister's birthday. I'm certain they won't let us in if I wear my bathing suit. Looks like I'm headed for more costume changes today than a Mariah Carey episode of Cribs.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Psych Your Mind
Yesterday our bar review class met at the convention center, since that's where our exam will be. We had a short lecture with "tips" about what to do from here on out and then we were given 2 sample essays to complete.
I wasn't prepared for the essays, and knew it, but I dutifully scribbled some things and then waited around for the wrap-up and the sample answers they distributed. I'm glad I attended, though, for these reasons:
-I learned that we will be sharing skinny, narrow, wobbly tables with another person. I'll be able to feel it every time my seat mate underlines, crosses something out, turns the page, or bangs the table with his foot. I can't do much with this information, but it's nice to know it now instead of freaking out the morning of the exam.
-The bar examiners will likely NOT let me take any tissues into the exam. That's right, I'm going to be a sniffer. I'm sorry in advance; it's not my fault. I'll take some Claritin - but I'll be damned if I'm gonna zonk myself out on antihistamines so as not to inconvenience those around me. Rumor has it the registration table will have a box of tissues. But I'm also not going to leave the exam every 10 minutes to blow my nose.
-Finally, being the 1st person to get up and leave the room during the essay portion was amusing. I was done, with nothing else to say, and started looking around the room. I saw one other woman doing the same and tried to send her a message telepathically: "that's right sister, we have no idea what else to write and we'd be better off waiting somewhere else; let's blow this joint." She must've received my message as she left about 15 seconds after I did. I'm sure half the room realized I couldn't answer the questions properly and the other half thought I'd completed the task in 1/6 the time in which we had to do it. Ha. Psych your mind.
Friday, July 08, 2005
This isn't recent news, but the first I knew that the FDA had cleared defibrillators for in-home use was when I saw a commercial for one last week.
I'm not sure why, but my gut reaction is that this is a bad idea. I guess my hesitation is that many more people will spend money on these things - out of fear - than will benefit from them. But I suppose that can be said of countless products on the market today.
And what about safety? I'm for AEDs in public places (like airports) and work environments, but something about having one in every home doesn't sit well with me. To be effective, the machine has to be easily accessible and easy to use. So how will parents stop kids from playing doctor with them when no adults are around?
I threw in the towel yesterday, at least for the day. I was chugging right along, making quick progress of outlining negotiable instruments. Then a headache developed. It got worse over time. Nausea joined my symptoms. Around 4:30p I was able to bum 1000mg of a Tylenol-like substance, but it didn't help. By 7pm I was packing up my stuff and heading home.
I came home, made a grilled cheese, turned off the lights, and hit the couch. I watched The Girl in the Cafe (which started out adorable but turned out to be more of a G8 movie than a love story - still worth a watch, though). I fought the urge to have a beer. I went to bed early.
Back to the grind today. Let's hope for a little more stamina.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
A Little Cheer for All You Bar Takers
With three weeks to go, chant this everytime you get discouraged:
I am taking the bar
Chuck took the bar
Chuck passed the bar
I am smarter than Chuck
I can pass the bar
Guilt No More
Life would be so much more fun if I could will guilt away.
Yesterday I spent less than 5 minutes inhaling Honeycombs for breakfast before rushing off to bar review. For those brief moments, I watched the local news. To what was I treated? Nurses.
That's right - there were nurses on TV, woe-are-we'ing about the current nursing shortage and the even bigger one projected for the near future as the baby boomers age and need more medical care. Thanks. Just what I needed before I headed out the door to another mind-numbing day of studying for the bar: guilt over my career change.
I had to laugh, though (more accurately, I had to yell at the television set), when the women in question described the group/committee/society they were promoting, one whose mission it was to increase awareness of the shortage and improve nurse retention. She finds it useful to remind nurses why they chose the career in the first place - hoping to jog some long forgotten part of their brain or heart into realizing how lucky they are to be nurses, I suppose.
But my problem was never that I forgot why I wanted to be a nurse. Instead, it was that the ever more frequent changes at my hospital, and I think at other health care facilities across the nation, made it nearly impossible for me to fulfill my goals as a nurse: to care for each patient with competence, compassion, dignity, and undivided attention.
So I did what any rational person would do. I went to law school.
All Hands on Deck
Ok, people, I need your help. I've got some serious work to do in the next couple weeks. I made good progress yesterday, but there's a mountain of work to accomplish between here and July 26th.
So - I need volunteers. Send me an e-mail (email@example.com) or just leave a comment if you'd be interested in guest blogging. I'm always thinking of you, my lovely readers, and don't want to leave this page sitting stagnant while I rot in bar review hell. I need a few people willing to post once or twice. No subject is forbidden, except when Chuck is posting.
All are welcome: professors, bloggers, non-bloggers, friends, family. It's extremely easy and you might even enjoy yourself. Hit me up, people. I need you.
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
Studying for the Bar Exam Sucks
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
I Just Remembered
The guy who gave our family law lecture last week asked, at one point in his lecture, for a show of hands of those who had been divorced. A few (or was it a couple!) of us tentatively began to raise our hands, wondering what relevance it would have.
None. He went nowhere with it. He's either conducting a very informal poll or he just thought it would be fun to embarrass already stress-ridden bar takers.
Monday, July 04, 2005
All Good Things Come to an End
The long weekend began wonderfully: a night out with the girls, T getting safely to Seattle on Saturday. But all good things come to an end at some point. Yesterday I slept in (after going back to bed following the early morning airport trip) and then spent several hours studying property.
Today I made my soon-to-be-famous pasta salad, which I made up myself, for my parents to take to a 4th of July cookout (they requested I make it and I was happy to oblige). Then I soaked up some rays while listening to incredibly boring PMBR property CDs.
Now, tan and showered, I'm continuing to study. No fireworks for me this year, unless you count the approaching storms. Mother Nature may have a light show of her own planned for this 4th, so maybe I won't completely miss out.
Bob Feinberg - What a Guy
Observations from today's PMBR CDs:
-I'm positive Bob keeps referring to "freehole estates." I (almost always) paid attention in Property and I'm certain we didn't learn about freehole anything. I'd remember that.
-If I remember nothing else about property during the bar exam, I'll remember that the nickname of one of Bob's study partners when he was first studying for the bar was Fry. How many points will that get me?
-Finally, does it drive anyone else mad when you can hear Bob drawing on the chalkboard? IT'S A FREAKING CD!!! I CAN'T SEE THAT, SO I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!!!
Nana's first bite of cereal. Happy 4th everyone!!!
Sunday, July 03, 2005
It Doesn't Feel Like Sunday
I suppose that's a least partly because I didn't go to church today, but let's don't dwell on that.
We had Thursday and Friday off from bar review class - it was wonderful. Thursday I helped the infamous Chuck move out of his apartment. Yes, he lived on the 3rd floor. Yes, it was upwards of 90 degrees that day. No, the stairwell isn't air-conditioned. Yes, only T and I helped Chuck move his furniture out of the old place. Yes, T is stronger than I am and I'm extremely happy I took her along to help. I had just enough time when we were done to collapse on the couch for 30 minutes before golf lesson #2.
Friday, I slept in too late (it's a holiday weekend!). In my defense, I'm still battling this annoying allergies-turned-cold thing. T and I then went for pedicures. In the afternoon, it was golf lesson #3 with Mom. The lessons are going well, but they are now on hold as it is crunch time for bar review. I gather that improving your golf swing takes tons of practice, something I don't have much time for just yet. At least we found a totally laid back driving range not far from home, so maybe I can hop over and practice every now and then to blow off some steam.
Hurried home from golf Friday to change clothes for a night with the girls - a last blast until August. We stopped at Oliver Winery and took in the beautiful surroundings, along with some wine. Then we continued on to Bloomington, where we ate dinner and stayed overnight at the Scholar's Inn Bed and Breakfast. Dinner was wonderful and the half-price martinis were perfect. Our hostess prepared an awesome breakfast, though not all of us were able to fully enjoy it after a night partying in the college town :)
Yesterday T and I ran errands, getting last minute items for her annual trip to Seattle. We came home and I did her laundry while she did a great job packing. This morning we got up @ 3:30am to get her to the airport in time for her early morning flight. She'll spend a week with her padrinos and her primo, and then spend the next week at a camp near where they live. She has already safely arrived and enjoyed watching the in-flight movie, Sahara, which helped take her mind off the turbulence they experienced.
I keep fighting the urge to check the mail, reminding myself that it is indeed Sunday. I'm currently knocking out a real property outline for bar review study, and wishing this damn "summer cold" would go away and leave me alone.
Friday, July 01, 2005
Not What I Expected
Justice Sandra Day O'Connor resigns.
From Sneezy to Grumpy
I have allergies. They've never been officially diagnosed, but there's no mistaking the watery eyes, itchy nose, and sneezing. They've been bothering me quite a bit this week, but are really just an annoyance.
A couple days ago I began to get a scratchy/sore throat. Last night things got worse and I took a couple Benadryl, hoping for some relief. This morning, it's clear: I have a cold.
Just what one needs in 90 degree weather to get motivated for the home stretch of bar study: a summer cold.
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