Flashback

Saratoga holds some dear memories to me, it includes Sven my burly good looking Eastern European maintenance man who saved the day. Okay actually his name was Jason, and he was a skinny American guy who basically installed a new A/C in my room. Hell I am allowed to dream. I wore a purple scarf to the exam even though it was July and 95 degrees outside. I had amazing bagels, a wacko yoga teacher that basically told me that I brought the bar exam into the room. Shoot I can't help it if the exam wanted to do some downward dog. The 3 days also consisted of good food and wine. Why? because Bitsandgiggles rocks! And what is a bar exam without White Sangria and peanut butter cupcakes. Let us not forget the purple kids watch with the second hand that was shaped like a flower which got me through 21 hrs of testing. Not to mention the jerk who chewed Mike and Ike's during the MBE, or the thunderstorm that welcomed us back to NJ. Only to deal with being late and doing 3 U-turns the morning of the Jersey exam with no lunch and a crazy woman who was so nervous I wanted to shake her and yell "PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER". All I can say is I hope this is the last post I will ever write about the bar exam. So we move on to present time.

Unbelievable

Amazing that a journalist would be allowed to call blame to a person who was sexually abused by her father. Here is the article which not only angers me but shocks me. My comment is posted below.


http://www.nj.com/parenting/amber_watsontardiff/index.ssf/2009/09/mackenzie_phillps_on_oprah_can.html

Packing for Saratoga

These are the 10 things already packed so far (you can see why I need help)
1. 30 packs of Vitamin C in powder form
2. Ritalin
3. Ginseng
4. Gingko
5. Caffeine Pills
6. Sleepy tea
7. Vitamin Water
8. Pencils
9. Ear plugs
10. Yoga mat

Last Minute Tips for Bar Exam

Domestic Bees are not wild animals
An old, clawless, toothless, sedated bear is a wild animal
Dont' park by the hydrant, because most likely you will get sideswiped
Just because you see heirs doesn't mean they get crap
Yes I can tell you not to build your porn shop in my town
Most likely if you hit someone they will have brittle bone disease - sucks to be you
Even if you don't know its my land, you are still trespassing so get out.
Don't kick my dog, or you are liable for battery.
You slap me in the face, I am adequately provocated - hence I will stab you.
You call me a leper, I don't need to prove special damages.
Get rid of that shotgun booby trap
Keep your kids on a leash if you know they like to ride their bike into the road
If you go to rob a bank, just assume your co-conspirator is going to blow someone's head off.
Who the hell is the reasonable person?

OOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMM

So I have no furniture. Why you ask? Because I decide I wanted new furniture and sold my old furniture. Everything they say not to do while studying for the bar exam, I probably have done. For example, work, renovate your home, get rid of the comfort of your sofa, travel to the Midwest for the weekend. You get the point. Actually the whole look of the apt brings a sort of minimalist feel to my studying. Less chaos, less to clean or think about cleaning. I personally think everyone should sell their furniture and study off the floor and their coffee table. Well only if they have a meditation chair. I bought this floor chair, by "googling" floor chair and it is amazing. It showed up just in time, exactly 4 weeks from the bar exam. I decided that if I pass I will include it in my thank you speech. It is preety amazing and my posture, my lower back and my sanity all thank it. Thank you meditation chair.

I AM TAKING TWO BAR EXAMS IN 4 WEEKS

My title signifies what most people in my life do not get or understand or chose to ignore. No, I do not have time for 4th of July fireworks, or dim sum, or drinks on a Friday night even if it is for just "one." I can not go out to lunch everyday because my only time at work lately to crack open a book is at lunch. No, I can not go shopping or have coffee, shoot I should not even be writing this blog. I already have guilt about the lack of studying that occurred in the trip to the Midwest just so that I can eat a cheese sandwich and nachos and clean bathrooms. I managed to go to the library yesterday and the thought of moving my books from the coffee table in my living room made me nasueous. I even bought a meditation chair, no not so I can medidate but because my ass hurts sitting on the floor studying for 10 hours. So, with that being said, we will resume social activities in 29 days, 23 hours, 3 min, and 4 seconds.

Ah my fellow bloggers - Thank you

http://lawwithgrace.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-all-bartakers-everywhere-who-are.html

I am running to the building and I don't recognize anything. There are three huge buildings and of course I am late looking for the room. Why am I late? Why didn't I get up 2 hours in advance? No worries, I will be at most 1 min in by the time they start the exam. I finally get there, my heart is racing a million miles a minute and I sit down.

"Is that your seat?" Says the girl next to me.
I look perplexed "Um can't we just sit anywhere?"
"No", she exclaims "Go find the proctor they will give you your seat."

I rush over to the proctor and get my seat assignment, in the meantime I try to sharpen my pencil and it breaks, so I try again. It is now the 3rd pencil and they keep breaking on me. (Screw it! Work with the half sharpened one...who cares). I sit down. (Not as good as the other seat but it will do). Then I start. (Okay maybe I missed 2-3 questions at most, but I am a speed reader and I was getting through the practice questions in less than a minute, piece of cake to catch up). That was until I saw the head at the side of my face and then I saw the face... sick and green. (No, no, no. Please don't throw up, not on me. Not now!) You hear about this and I always thought it was an urban legen like the women who ran up and down the aisle screaming "I am covenant running with the land". But it was too late, I was a goner. I get up in awe and shock and run to a proctor. "What do I do?" She stares at me with contempt. "Go clean up and hurry!" I stare at her "Do I get extra time? I have to right?" No response. So I run to the bathroom, where is it? Oh these hallways are so long and windy. I spent what feels like an hour looking for the bathroom, people directing me every which way but the right way. Trying to find the room on my way back was worse, am I in the wrong building? Can't be. Whatever it was it was an eternity, and yes I was in another building. After sweating and running, I find the room. (How much time has passed?) (How late am I?) OMG, I sit down and Jack is in the corner and worried. Then another guy looks at me and whispers, "You might as well just leave now. You missed about 30 minutes, you will never catch up." I look at him, get a huge lump in my throat. (Is he right? Should I just quit?) I keep thinking: I will catch up, and I will.... or should I just walk out? How can I face everyone if I fail again? could I move to another state? But it is stupid to think I can catch up after losing 30 minutes? Will the proctor give me time for the whole vomit incident? And then I look... I am missing Questions 1-90! What! I run to the proctor, she looks at me again and says
"Oh well I guess you lost the pages, not our fault nor is it our responsibility"
"Now what!?" I exclaim
"We may or may not be able to find you another book, nothing else we can do sorry........."

I WAKE UP.

DISCLAIMER: This is exactly my nightmare from last night, might seem funny and outrageous but very real to me. I am scared shit, that is all I can say.

Away We Go

So why does the idea of raging hipsters growing up make me cry. Not sure, but that is what happened when I was out on date night with the Midwestern on Friday. I know I should have been reciting the definition of Joint Tenancies or spitting out the type of scrutiny a law gets. Instead I was drinking a vodka martini at Tabla Bread Bar and on my way to see a indie romantic comedy. I could not help but relate to this movie, even though I am not barefoot and pregnant. Nor do I live in a shack or draw the insides of dead people (see the movie for clarification). But yet I was so sure that the movie was based on the Midwestern and me. So I won't spoil it for all who have not seen it. Instead I will spend all week catching up on studying for the whole day lost (because I was useless until late afternoon on Sat), but it was the best night I have had in awhile.