People are strange

I met a man who was taking the Bar. We started talking about our family. He said:

"My wife is legally blind."

Why do people always add a LEGALLY in front of blind. As opposed to PRETENDING to be blind or ILLEGALLY blind. Why not just say the bitch is blind.

Another man I met recently at my Bar Prep course and I had an interesting email correpondence.

Me: It was nice meeting you and spending the last 3 months studying with you. Let's keep in touch.

Him: I have decided that I like you, therefore I have decided to keep in touch with you.

So, what would he have said if he DID NOT like me? Why was this comment necessary? Should I be HONORED that he will keep in touch?

I need to STOP listening to people when they talk!

Just 40 Miles Outside of Wildnerness: My Bar Exam Experience

Well, I took the Bar. It was as miserable as everyone told me it would be.

The upside is I can purge my mind of all the useless information I've memorized in the last few years.

The only problem is my mind keeps playing over and over "important" legal doctrines, like a broken record of an annoying song...(Rules Against Perpetuities, life in being plus 21 years...Rules Against Perpetuities, life in being plus 21 years, Rules Against Perpetuities, life in being plus 21 years...AD NAUSEUM........)

The Virginia Bar Exam is in Roanoke. If you ask me, Northern Virginia (the area I live, just outside of Washington) should just declare itself a seperate state from the rest of the state. From the looks of it, Virginia would be in no worse financial shape if someone decided to blow up all of Virginia except Northern Virginia. Just a thought.

KABOOM!

So, Roanoke was 200 miles southwest of where I live. Basically 9 of every 10 lawyers in Virginia LIVE near me, in Northern Virginia, meaning the 90% of test-takers had to commute to this hick of a town to take this godforsaken test.

KABOOM!

I drove over mountains, through forrests, across farms. I got a phone call from my ex on the way home. He asked "Where are you?" just as I was passing I sign.

"I'm 40 miles South of Wilderness," I said.

Yes Wildnerness, Virginia.

KABOOM!

There was NO FUCKING STARBUCKS for 150 miles...CRIMINAL. More reason to blow up that part of the state.

But, despite the lack of Starbucks, the crappy amenities, and the general distance from home, I survived.

Results will come in October.

Persons who do not pass will be FORCED to return to Roanoke to try again. If this happens to me, and that part of the state suddenly explodes, don't blame me!

KABOOM!

A little test I need to take

Well readers, I have been missing in action because I've been studying for this little test.

Called:

THE VIRGINIA BAR EXAM.

The test is in 2 days. I'm stressed. I'm tired. I'm miserable.

And no body seems to understand. Let me correct myself, the world of non-attorneys does not seem to get it.

After all, "It's just a test."

For the first time in my life, I'm feeling this solidarity with anyone who is, or ever has been an attorney. And I feel this dissociation with non-attorneys.

I do not like it.

My first cousin, who was like my sister growing up, got married yesterday.

In California.

And my family gave me a lot of slack for not going. They do not seem to find having to take a test on Tuesday a good reason for missing a wedding (on the other coast) on Saturday.

They don't seem to understand:

IT IS NOT JUST A TEST.

But what is it?

When I figure it out, I'll let you know. For now, I'll suffer in silence, knowing that all attorneys who came before me suffered silently to.

And the rest of the world may never understand.