The Great Change: Turning Cathy into a Lawyer

So much for changing hotel rooms. I awoke in the middle of the night to the sound of repeated thumping. Someone in the room next door was kicking the wall over and over and over, and I'm sure your imagination is as good as mine in figuring out why... So I kicked the wall myself a few times, which as everyone knows is the international sign for "please stop kicking the wall." The banging didn't stop, but at least the wall stopped getting kicked...

I checked out in the morning and drove back downtown for the last day. The morning essays were on contracts with a bit of agency, a murder-first amendment combo, and community property. I have some concerns about how I handled the community property one (it was somewhat different than the ones I'd practiced) but otherwise my general feeling is just as negative as it was any other day.

On the other hand (clearly my left one, since my right still hurts from all that writing) it was so nice to be sitting with my friend. We jabbered away during the breaks, went out to lunch the last two days... It made the last three days almost seem fun. Had there not been all the pressure associated with the test, it almost would have been an enjoyable few days away.

Of course I think I need to operate under the assumption that I didn't pass. It's too long a wait to find out (four months) to get my hopes up if it turns out they'll just be dashed again. Hopefully though the caution is misplaced. I don't think I bombed the test. I just know I wasn't perfect, and I don't know how far from perfect I'm allowed to be. With any luck I was just perfect enough because I really don't want to have to do this again.

Like the raven said, "Nevermore."