taking the most important test of your life and being forced to wait ten weeks for the results when you’re confident you failed? definition of misery.
but it’s over and i’m free for now, except for the stomach-turning, inside-rumbling worry that will be a constant companion until october. my plans for the next few months include a lot of sailing, applying to jobs (law and otherwise), trying to lose some weight, and otherwise avoiding my desk and laptop.
but before i get to all of that, i owe a few apologies. as it turns out, the bar is a miserable experience (shocking). and i’ve been a raging, evil, awful human being for the past two months. so horrendous i’ve made victoria beckham look like mother teresa. no bueno.
the problem is that i’m already a hateful asshole anyway, so i’m starting at a higher level of heinous than most. add to that the fact that i’m a redhead with a short fuse, coupled with the fact that i was PMSing (of course), and the barzam fury tornado (kind of like the sneaky hate spiral) was just the cherry on top.
with that said, apologies to the following:
- my friends and family. goodness, i don’t deserve such supportive people.
- twitter followers who had to hear me bitch constantly.
- the bar examiners whose violent ends i envisioned many times (i didn’t mean it–i want you all to live out long and lovely lives. but could you please make this process a little less miserable?).
- anyone who called it “just a test.” yeah, and the internet is a passing fad.
- anyone who hasn’t taken it but still feels compelled to offer advice. no, it’s nothing like the LSAT. it’s not like your chem 1o1 final. it’s not like your eharmony profile test. i appreciate that you want to help and that you’ve taken difficult exams before. but this beast is entirely its own and a simple, heartfelt “i have faith in you” is more appropriate and much appreciated.