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I just found out from L. that people in Houston actually left the exam and had to throw up. I'm telling you, it was bloody awful. But, I agree with her. Come swearing in time, out of the four of us, the one with the lowest score will gladly buy everyone else drinks. Here's to November.
And here's to blessed, blessed bed!!
It's over. It's finally over, and I think I'm brain dead.
Thanks everyone for your support. You guys so rock my world. I just have one more exam to go.
Finally! The first lawsuit against the Patriot Act has been filed. It only took how many years?
Two days down. One to go.
First day was alright. I wasn't too happy with the first part of Day 1. I was restricted to three lines instead of five, which made it more difficult and I had to go back and change my wording on so many things. That and I made the court reporter type the MPT on the laptop instead of his machine because the whole business of going through and flagging things and then going back and changing things once I was done was just not going to work. Not yesterday and not tomorrow for the essays. He's bringing his big keyboard tomorrow so he can type faster.
The MBE was what I expected, but it did not make it any easier, and this morning did not go well. I kept yawning and I could not see straight, and my answers were freaking me out, so I don't know. I seriously regretted not bringing my glasses even though I probably would not have been able to use them. The afternoon went a little better after having a frappucino (yum). I'd just rather not think about it. I don't want to think about whether I failed.
I have one more day to go. That's the only thing I can think about. And yay me. I saw there were spoilers about how Spike comes back on Angel, and I didn't read them. I'm behaving.
Ok, this is it. All my luck to Brookie and my friends who are taking this thing tomorrow, and keep your fingers crossed for me for the next three days. I'm seriously going to kick this thing in the ass. ;-)
Though I've never been of the type to discuss politics, I couldn't help but catch this little tidbit at How Appealing, which discusses in brief Volohk's displeasure with a particular New York Times article (I'd link that but I really didn't read it).
What caught my eye were two things. The entry mentioned my law school, and that one of Bush's darling nominees to the DC court had some negative things to say about the law review. Granted, I'm not the biggest fan of my law school or the law review, and the title is atrocious, but the faculty is decent, and they are not going to publish trash. Second, courts have relied on secondary sources in the past in forming their decisions. Not primarily, but they have influence, especially when technology is involved because the field is so new. It is very unprofessional of a California Supreme Court Justice to say something like that, let alone publish it, and it makes me ill to find out that she's a nominee for a federal position now.
Which leads me to another thing that's related to this topic and that I've seen mentioned at Sua Sponte and Effinchamp in regard to choosing the right law school, since I noticed mine was rather discredited. Here's my two cents.
I've made no secret about disliking my school St Mary's University School of Law. I was deceived about it being ADA compliant, and my second semester there the administration decided to change the handbook after the bar results came out with disaterous results, and our mean went from a B- to a C+, among other things. The administration basically stopped treating it's students decently, and right now many of us have no market potential whatsoever. But prior to this, I wanted to come here. Why? Reputation.
You can go anywhere in the state of Texas, and if they ask you where you graduated from and you say St. Mary's, it's almost as good as saying Notre Dame. Sure, it's not the same, but it's on par. People's eyes open a little wider, and you know that they know that they've just met a good lawyer.
What I've loved about St Mary's is that we take care of each other. We're a smaller school, and even though we're still a competitive bunch, we're still there for each other to help out in times of need; ie, the finals crunch and now the bar. And the Alumni Association makes it its business to try and hire new graduates each year.
The problem is the administration, especially the dean, has ruined our oppourtunities in the job department, which I could elaborate upon but I care not to at this time, and of course it doesn't help that the bar passage rate has been very low for the past two years. But you'll see, my class will change all that.
If you're looking for a law school, pick what fits you best. If your grades and lsat scores are great, and you're competitive, go for the big leagues. If you like the smaller schools, those are great too. Just make sure you do your research. Investigate the schools. Look into their policies, what their specialties are. I think schools with clinics are great, and if you want to do law review look into the schools with the more reputable ones. If you're physically disabled, please, please, please do not accept to go to that law school until you have visited the campus and they have given you in writing the accomodations they have promised to make for you. Especially if you're going to live on campus.
Ok people, light your candles, cross your fingers and be prepared for the same spiel tomorrow because I need all the good vibes I can get. My friends and I that is, because I'm thinking about them too, but I'm thinking about me too.
It finally hit me in the gut on Friday as I said goodbye to one of my study partners, R. Now there's no turning back, and I'm absolutely terrified. I get it. Now I know why lawyers have nightmares about taking this exam. The examiners are sadists and I hope they can sleep at night because I sure as hell am not!
Tuesday, Wednsday, Thursday will be utter hell. I'm most terrified about Wednsday, which is the MBE. The 200 multiple choice questions that determine whether I will get my license or not. Six grueling hours spent bent over a piece of paper filing in little circles that may not even be right because the answers are so subtle. I know the law. I dream about it in my sleep. I can't even have a decent conversation with another human being without bringing up some legal issue sparked by some innocent comment they made. I walk and talk like a lawyer. It's maddening, yet rather thrilling. But that's besides the point.
I realize I'm venting, and that I need to vent. I just wish I knew everything would be ok. I'm not looking foward to this at all. I'm looking foward to Tuesday afternoon and the brief trip to San Marcos for clothes because of the nice weight loss I've sustained. I could use that time to study for the essays. Or I could stress myself out even more. I could look foward to Thursday afternoon, and the pretty little damage I plan on causing to my liver, which I doubt because it's like pulling teeth to get me drunk. Not just that, do I really want a hangover on Friday? As a friend would say, after taking the Texas Bar, hell yeah.
I know I'll get through this barring any further major catastrophes, and I am still firm in my resolution that I will see my section in Austin in November when we get sworn in. I just can't help being a little nervous and a little scared right now since it's right around the corner.
And to think, once this is over I'll finally have time to do things like read. I have Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix waiting for me, as well as the rest of A Clash of Kings. Real books.
It's almost over. But I'll still be pleading tomorrow. ;-)
Ugh, and there I go again. I just started thinking about the different pleadings in Civil procedure. I need help!!!
I want to marry Johnny Depp. Just got back from seeing Pirates of the Carribean and I am in love! Actually I already was since I practically worship the ground the man walks on, but today just cemented it more. I loved this movie. Loved it!
The Electronic Frontier Foundation has an online database of the RIAA subpoenas sent out so far. It's updated everyday, so If you think you're on the list then it might be best to go check it out.
Evil stress made me sleep lousy last night. Die evil stress!! ::stabs it with a knife::
I get Secured Transactions!! I'm absolutely giddy. L. went through the mother of an essay question with me, and after talking through the process of attachment (ya need collateral ie. relationship between the parties, money or value, and a signed agreement) then you decided whether a security interest has been perfected, and if it has, then you look at who has priority, and voila! It's so easy. And here I thought my poor brain couldn't handle anything else.
It's rather sad. We've studied so much that we can find legal issues in practically anything. My roommate will be chatting away at some random thing and I will suddenly interject with some legal theory that I either learned in evidence or torts or any of the other subjects swimming in my head. L. and I had to watch cartoons during our lunch break today so we wouldn't start looking for the legal issues. I of course find this all amusing, and I can't wait to let it all swim out slowly on Thursday after a few shots of vodka and god knows what else.
I did also get a chance to see Tomb Raider tonight, which was absolutely fun. Better than the first movie for sure, so if you're looking for action and maybe just a tad of romance, then this is the movie for you. I'd go into detail except that I'm tired, and I'm thirsty, and I need to sleep.
I'm supposed to be relaxing these next few days, but I'm bloody fucking stressed! This calls for a return of me! Yes, I will be blogging in my true smart ass self. See, I feel better all ready!
Admit it, you missed me.
Things to do before the bar 4 days from now:
- Don't PANIC! I woke up from a dream where R. was telling me that I had missed a Business Associations question. I suck at Secured Transactions, why am I freaking out about BA?
- Finish reading Criminal Procedure
- Memorize the differences between the Texas rules and the Federal rules of evidence.
- Go over the outlines for the essay topics. I have Family Law, Wills, Trusts, BA and ::gasp:: even Property down. I'm shaky on Commercial Paper, Secured Transactions, Oil and Gas, Community Property, and Estate Administration.
- Oh yeah, the most important thing ever, I need to pay for blackglass since it expires on the 31st. It would be bad if I forgot. Very bad. I just don't know if I want to pay for two years or three years. That and I'm royally peeved at my hostees. They have no idea what awaits them August 1st.
- See Tomb Raider tonight. Relaxation is in order.
- Pay bills!
I admit that getting back to business has been a task and a half, and fortunately I'm not having guilt trips over not sticking to the strictness of the practice bar. I think I'm allowed a little lee way, given the circumstances. I'm trying. That's what matters. That, and with what is left after tomorrow I plan on using my time to finish memorizing those mnemonics that need memorizing, and playing catch up on civ and crim procedure, and the subtle differences between the Texas and Federal rules of evidence, because oh my gosh that part of the test just totally kicked my ass on Monday. But I was amused. The questions in the criminal part were hysterical though. I had to explain to my roommate why I was laughing, and I realized that it was probably a good thing that I would be taking the exam in a seperate room because only I would find humor in such things.
For instance, I was pleasantly pleased that remedial measures could be introduced into evidence in product liability cases in texas, otherwise the little girl in the case would have gotten screwed over. Of course, I could only remember the federal rule so I got it wrong, but now I know better.
Which reminds me, I don't like the rape questions in the MBE. Tricky little fuckers.
And thank you MPRE people for granting me my simple little accomodation for the test on August 8.
Private journal entry
The promo poster for Angel. I can't friggin wait till October. And yes, I realize I need to be studying, but ya have to admit, this beats procedure anyday.
Eleven days to the bar and I was dealing with a retriggered migrained that hurt so badly that I couldn't stop crying out of just pure frustration. That and stress. Stress doesn't cause them but it makes them worse. And I still have it today. It's day 5, but it's better. There will be no migraine for the bar.
Ten days to the bar today and there was another death in my family. She just dropped dead, and I just saw her a week ago, ya know. It hurts. I should have known something was wrong when I called and my cousin sounded weird. And my poor grandmother. First her husband, now her sister. This one really hurt.
And my head really hurts too.
For the record I would just like to say that I will be boycotting the Emmy's once again, and not just because they overlooked Whedon's shows yet again. It's an ego petting fest, where the same shows get nominated over and over again no matter how poorly they did this season. They even added a reality category!
Bah!
Claudette is here. It started out nice and sunny today and by noon the sky had become overcast. Now it's raining, and it's supposed to keep raining till Thursday. I've never been in a hurricane before.
Anyway, I'm back from Mexico. And, it was fun.
Now I'm up to 45%. Final score: 90 out of 200. It's still no confort.
Just a quickie I guess since I'm know to never shut up even when I'm well intentioned. Just finished another 200 questions this weekend, and I can't say how I did. I haven't graded the sheet yet. I will soon. I'm apprehensive.
Today is threatening to turn into one of those crying days for no reason.
There are three weeks to the bar.
I still have not caved in and said I will fail the bar, but in my dreams my subconscious mind has been tempted. I think I need to stab it and then treat it with peroxide and a bandaid. Then I'll feel better. Then I'll feel better.
John G., the roomie and I went to see T3 on Friday, and it was actually so much better than I expected. I really, really liked it. The trailer made the movie look cheesy. The TX looked cheesy. In the movie she freaked me out. And when I wasn't sitting there slowly sliding down in my seat, I would at times glance to my right and laugh because Katie was laughing at John because he was being the typical man.
After the movie, he dropped us off and friends came over for hamburgers. It was fun.
Tuesday I fly to Mexico for a few days. It should be mildly relaxing. Time away from the group. Time to see the family. Time to deal with those who have departed. Mom turns 50 on Wednsday and we eat posole that Saturday to celebrate. I get receipes for future cooking, and I shift into memorization mode.
Oh yeah, I found out, I get to take the bar here. yay
There are bloggers who are taking the bar and they are blogging. Thank god!!! I'm not the only one.
I can't tell you how happy I am. Now I really do need to stop procrastinating and finish typing up the notes. I just can't help it if my eyes hurt and I'm still reeling from a revisit to real property and contracts. But I think I get it now. At least I understand easments and covenants that run with the land.
Fuck it. This weekend I'm scoring over 50 percent. And there's no point in stressing. I've done close to 1500 questions. There should be some improvememt somewhere.
Apparently, we soon to be lawyers have issues with sobriety, and law schools really do need to do something about it.
This article cracks me up. What did they expect. That the problem would solve itself? My school is a prime example about how no one cares what happens to the students, including the administration. The SBA was known more for its social events, not the little meetings we put on that were supposed to be insightful.
"Coming to a pub near you, dollar drinks and free beer till midnight this Friday at Fatsos!" Dean So and So sure as hell wasn't around passing out fliers about the virtues of sobriety (No, he was probably writing his next bullshit speech meant to either to demean the third years or sucker the alumni into another year of his so-called draconian plan of reformation). Students were there to drown away the stresses of the week. "Socratic method my ass. Let me pass in peace and humilate co-counsel for once!"
Isn't that what the law school experience is all about?
In all seriousness, I was bothered by the 'lets get sloshed' mentality of my classmates, but to each there own. I couldn't blame them for it. Alcohol was their poison, mine has always been food. That and should the law schools start instituting policies geared towards helping the students cope with their stress that doesn't involve alcohol, I seriously doubt my school would care. Then again I am now part of the alumni. Hmmm I can feel the power course through my fingertips.
Ah false illusions of grandeur. There's nothing like it.
Link shamelessly stolen from Alice.
