The Great Change: Turning Cathy into a Lawyer

I can't believe I just did that to myself. What a torturous bunch of days. I'm not sure the California bar exam was so hard intellectually (although if I don't pass I might withdraw that statement) but physically it was an ordeal. Massive, massive amounts of incredibly rapid writing; consecutive hours of 100% concentration punctuated by hours of complete and utter boredom; uncomfortable seats; midday "respites" consisting of sitting in my car eating peanut butter sandwiches and twiddling my thumbs until the next bloodletting could begin... I'm now exhausted and walking around kind of bewildered. I feel like I've been lost in space for three days. Meanwhile my hand hurts, my back hurts, and my brain cells are threatening a mutiny if I subject them to more of that tomorrow. Fortunately it's all over, and hopefully for good.

Anyway, today seemed to go pretty well, I think. I finished early on the essays this morning, which is somewhat concerning. The first question was on wills, and I'd just reviewed my notes in the car beforehand, so I was able to move pretty quickly through it. But that's left me wondering if I ended up missing something big and important. Was my efficiency a sign of extreme competence, or just the opposite? Well, we'll see... when the results come out in May. I refuse to look at my notes to find out at any point before that. In fact, I plan on stashing everything bar related in the back of a closet until I find out if I can dispose of them for good.* One way or another it's time to move on with my life, and I plan on starting tomorrow.

* However, if anyone wants to buy my PMBR books, which I've never used, drop me a line.