Ok, I am less freaked out than I was on Monday. The rest of the week has gone pretty well. Except today. I do not know what the hell is up with the property essays. There is no consistency, no common threads. I worked eight property essays today and none of them had anything in common. Except Oil & Gas. Yes, I am fortunate enough to live in a state that tests oil & gas law and apparently the bar examiners love it. Apparently the bar examiners also like to keep things interesting in property and test every freaking nuance. And of course they don't seem too interested in testing the stuff I already have to learn for the MBE.
On the bright side I have learned that I am really good at making crap up and it being pretty darn close to the actual right answer.
*Ran into a friend in the library who referred to studying for the bar as being like solitary confinement. That is pretty darn accurate. I spend 8 hours today by myself in a room the size of a closet.
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A few days ago, my mom said "When the exam is over, you're going to feel like you just got out of prison!"
And when you pass it, that feeling never leaves you. I still tell my spouse on occasion, "Guess what? I'm not studying for the bar!"
Good to know that from now on the suckiness of my life will be measured against that summer I was studying for the bar.
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