If You're Happy And You Know It

July 21, 2008 - Monday


It is now one week until the California Bar Exam and although the big light bulb over my head hasn't yet blessed me with its artificial glow, I'm within days of basking in the wow ( note - NOT WoW).

There have been moments, days of no sun, moments of moments where I questioned whether I truly madly deeply wanted to do this damn exam. And then it rained. And then it stormed. Wait a minute....

Although there is much work to do still in this final week of preparation I am happy. Wait five minutes....

When you think about it, among all of the people in the world not very many get the opportunity to take a bar exam. There are a great many things a lot of people don't have an opportunity to do. I think back to a small LA sushi bar and five minutes of blissful silence. Those five minutes were a lifetime of mixed emotions and uncertainty, passion and fear, discovery and disclosure, and I was alive with all of it.

But then comes the prize. Of course I must wait much more than five minutes to learn of the results of my taking the California Bar Exam a week from now. I won't have the "pleasure" of looking for my name on an emotionless computer screen until late November. (Hint - STFU about how I did until I bring it up in December)

But I have decided that I'm in this for the whole experience. Its truly a privilige that I (ME! can you believe this shit ?!?) am taking the most demanding bar exam in the country very soon and that makes me very happy.

Or maybe its all the coffee... who really knows.

So hold on for a couple of weeks and I'll be pretty much back. Of course I'll have a four month wait to get results, and that might make me a little tense from time to time.

But then I'll remember those five minutes when the world stopped just for me.

I think its more about the five minutes we get in life than it is about what happens after....
Don't misunderstand, I still want what comes after.... but right now,

... clap clap .....

Ticket To Ride

July 2, 2008 - Wednesday

Bet you thought this blog wasn't about the damn bar exam huh ? Wrong...

I just got my admission ticket today. It makes the bar exam tangible - something I can touch, fold, spindle, and/or mutilate.

It came with a list of shit you can (and by default cannot) bring into the exam room.

Back supports ? OK, that makes some sense because its an 18 hour exam.

Two pillows without cases ? What, do we get nap time ?

Foot stool - because they wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable while you take the hardest bar exam in the country now would they?

TENS units ? WTF ? I thought that was some freaky sex shit anyway....

"Plastic material normally associated with the sport of swimming."

Wait a fucking minute. Swimming ? Plastic material ?

So if its shaped like a dildo is it still ok ? (Lionclaws reference - don't worry if you don't see the intrinsic humor). What about diving sticks and goggles? Are you telling me I am going to be sitting next to Scube Steve while I take the exam?

This one gets me - feminine hygiene items and wallets. First, the lack of a comma in law makes all the difference.

I think I'll bring some tampons in just to fuck with them. If nothing else I can stick them in my ears to block the sounds of all the swimming out....