Thursday, July 27, 2006

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!

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