Done!

I did it. I survived three days, two bar exams, two hail storms, one GPS that really doesn't handle downtown areas very well, and one creepy guy who yelled at me for taking his hotel room. My laptop did not fail during exam one, my fingers are still numb from the death grip I had on my pen today as I hand-wrote twelve essays (damn state 2 and no laptop policy!), my head hurts probably because of the rum & coke that I drank a few hours ago, and I have a pretty hilarious story about shady motels.

My favorite MBE moment: answer choice that said words to the effect of "It is foreseeable that teenage boys are easily distracted."

Heading to the Bar

. . . unfortunately, not the fun kind. Good luck to all of my fellow Bar travelers.

In closing, I present something TrannyHead created:

Behold, Barzam:



To quote her Tranniness:

He's not pretty. His super power is boredom. That bastard in the green tights can bore you out of your mind. Why does he do this? I think it's because he has a small member. (See illustration.) Furthermore, he's short and we all know that short men have major issues (hence the cankle boots). He's a helluva WTF. He stands between any aspiring lawyer and actual lawyerdom.

TrannyHead vanquished this ugly bastard.

Though I am up against both him and his bastard cousin from [Other State], I still think I can take them.

You too. Vanquish this bastard, fugly boots and all.


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I may need to vent about each day, and no one should ever do that in person to anyone, so I might dump a huge load of whine on the Internet. Or I might just enjoy a nice dinner and rest up for the next day. We'll see how it goes.

MILP #108

The lovely, clever, and funny Cee guest hosted the Roundup, here.

Back here next week.

It's the perfect time of year. Somewhere far away from here. I feel fine enough, I guess. Considering everything's a mess...

Barenaked Ladies, well one of them anyway.

Wall...again

I have been really upbeat for the last few weeks. Today its like I am wandering in circles and don't know what I'm doing or how to be productive.

I stopped studying about an hour ago. I'm home. I'm cooking dinner. I'm gonna hang out with my boys. I am going to go to bed early tonight without guilt.

And I will try really hard not to regret this sanity break.

Edited to add: More bar exam puns from the last post

I am become death destroyer of wills, so long as I have intent and the physical act touches the words or demolishes the signature.

Never send to know for whom the SOL tolls, it tolls for thee.

Yelling about the bar exam

Twitter allows me to yell into the void about the bar exam 14o characters at a time. . . funnily enough, the void yells back. Twitter #barzam-ers have been a pretty fun support group. But blog readers don't always get to see the full spectrum us the insanity.

Until now:

Idea for children's book: Where the Wild Deeds Are. #barzam

How is it not negligence? The ship hit a motherf**king whale!! One word: SONAR(You know its late when I start yelling at the hypos) #barzam

I don't care WHAT BarBri says, getting 58% per cent does NOT make me feel minimally competent. #barzam

I can't see Harry Potter til after the #barzam, so I am watching this http://bit.ly/W43k2 Potter Puppet Pals instead

@Stephmross I could also use an inspirational montage b/c it always comes together perfectly by the end of the song. #barzam

Had a five minute conversation about adversely posessed study spaces today. #barzam has turned me into a 1L geek... again

I just discovered I did 10 points better on the PMBR practice exam than I thought. Apparently you're supposed to carry the 1. #barzam #math

RT @whiskmanagement Wonder how BarBri comes up with the recom. %s for MBE practice qs. Cuz "I got above 48%!" really doesn't sit well w/ me.

Note to Spouses: Do not start fighting with a person on the verge of a #barzam freakout b/c said spouse will NOT be rational.

Victory is mine!!! (Ok, I am way too happy that I just rocked the socks off some MC Evidence qs, but its rare to feel good when #barzam-ing)

(Edited to add: 91,000 hits. Woo.)

MILP #107

PtLawmom had the Roundup.

The Weekly MILP (Moms In the Legal Profession) Roundup is hosted on a rotating basis between PT-LawMom and A Little Fish in Law School blogs. We originally rounded up just the moms in law school, but then discovered that those women eventually graduate. Who knew? So now all the moms in the legal field (heh) are represented. We aim for Sunday posts.

Next week, Cee (Starting to Melt) has graciously agreed to guest host. After that, we're back here.

And now for more bar review with your morning blog reading. Today, the Con Law edition.

The Privileges and Immunities Clause needs to stop being an answer choice. I have to resist the urge to stab it with a Slaughterhouse knife every time I see it. But only the P&I of the 14th Amendment. I’m cool with the P&I clause of Article IV. States can’t be disrespecting nonresidents, yo.

I’m totally fine with Due Protection and Equal Process questions—see what I did there, hahaha—but some Con Law topics make me feel as if I don’t know the first thing about the Constitution.

Such as:

Congress has the power to restrict the jurisdiction of the Supreme Court in maritime cases.

An ad valorem property tax (based on percentage of assessed value of property in question) can be properly applied to goods shipped in interstate commerce when they reach the state of final destination.

There is a Property Clause of Article IV Section 3.

The Contracts Clause applies only to states, so I think that means the federal government can go all willy nilly and retroactively abrogate contract rights . . . hmmm.

Law involving the Supremacy Clause seems random to me. We occupy the field! No, we don’t. Just kidding, we do!

Things I learned yesterday

If you're a store clerk and take the customer's cash into your hand and put it in your pocket, that's embezzlement. If you put it in the drawer and then take it out and put it in your pocket, that's larceny.

Also, if lady has a poodle on a leash and you kick the poodle, you've committed battery on the lady in addition to trespass to chattles.




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Bad luck for Budro and bad luck for Blank. Poodle pumper. Hound hitter. Pooch puncher!

Google me

In lieu of a real post: bizarre search terms bringing people my way lately

"matthew wilder" "adult diaper" My initial response was "I don't know what you were looking for, but I am really sure you didn't find it here." ... Oh.... Oh God... I just google searched it myself and found out I am the Number ONE hit for that particular search. Ohhh. This post.

show me your bra. Not unless you get me drunk and toss some plastic beads my way.

"smoking in the bathroom" paddling or paddled "in or at school" or "high school." My first thought was that this was some weird fetishist. Then it occurred to me it might be a high school kid who got paddled for smoking in the bathroom. Either way, kind of sad.

response to motion for summary judgment. Summary Judgment is inappropriate because there are material facts in dispute.

MILP...erm, MILF Roundup #106

TrannyHead guest hosted the Roundup this week.

Thanks TH, it's HAWT!!

Head on over and give her some comment love!!

The Weekly MILP (Moms In the Legal Profession) Roundup is hosted on a rotating basis between PT-LawMom and A Little Fish in Law School blogs. We originally rounded up just the moms in law school, but then discovered that those women eventually graduate. Who knew? So now all the moms in the legal field (heh) are represented. We aim for Sunday posts.

Eulogy for a blog

It is one thing when a blogger makes the decision to close up shop because the blog no longer serves a purpose to the writer. It is quite another when circumstances beyond one's control compel one to suddenly stop blogging.

A friend of mine, who is also a blogger, recently deleted her entire blog. This blogger (let's just call her "ND") is a single mother and a public interest lawyer, and a few weeks ago she was forced to take her blog down suddenly. She wasn't allowed to say goodbye to her readers or offer any explanation as to why she deleted her blog, and I know that she feels really awful about this. Please don't mention the name of her blog in any of the comments to this post, but if you wish to say goodbye to her, she is most likely reading and would love to hear from you.

ND is a bad ass. I remember when she wrote about being ridiculously pregnant and digging her car out of a massive snow dump and I thought, damn this is a woman who can do anything. She had been there, done that, and wrote the book on it--then she burned the book and did it again if it was fun. Then, she chose a career that allowed her to use her heart and her skill and her strength to do some good for people, many of whom will never appreciate it. All while raising an equally bad ass Duckling who was climbing on baby gates before she was solidly walking.

She is gone from the sphere. One of my favorite quirky funny inspiring bloggers and friends had been silenced. I am sad for her... and for all of us.


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ND gave me permission to re-post some of her Roundups here for posterity. The links are dead, and I am not going to reconstruct them, but her themes live on. By my count, she did sixteen round ups. Hit the MILP button above if you want a sad imitation of an ND fix.

Barzam WTFs of the week

An Open Letter to People in Bar Hypotheticals:

Dear sketchy people who witness car accidents: If you plan to be unavailable for trial, please stop making excited utterances to one witness and statements inconsistent with your excited utterances to other witnesses. Because apparently you can get impeached even if you never took the stand.

Dear crazy old berks: Please stop revoking second or third wills expecting the that the revocation will resurrect the first will you wrote because I hate writing about the doctrine of dependent relative revocation. You clearly know how to write an execute a valid will -- just pony up the lawyers fees again. While you're at it, stop adding handwritten codicils and setting your precious stamp collections on fire.

Dear abused wives: Please stop secretly buying real estate and giving title to your girl friend Blanche so your husband doesn't find out. Because he will, and he'll want title, and invariably Blanche is gonna claim its was a gift and purchase money resulting trusts don't exist in my state.



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(This is me learning new stuff.)

Ok, I've calmed down

And I've reminded myself how lucky I am to be studying for the Bar.

blah blah blah

*thbbbbth*


Edited to add:

Per conversation with @no634: thinking of changing my blog tagline to "Angst-laced over-share since 2006"

*thbbbth*

It's my bar freak out and I'll blog if I want to

Insane delusion: Persistent belief in supposed facts that are against all evidence, probability, and control.

Like "I'll pass the Bar."

I am mildly freaking out right now and have a full fledged freak out/panic attack scheduled for this afternoon. This may involve crying, rending of garments, gnashing of teeth, hyperventilating, dramatic proclamations, burning of books, and spending an hour on-line looking into pharmacy school while drinking vodka.

And I don't really even LIKE vodka.

Or pharmacists for that matter.


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NB: I have nothing against pharmacists.

Better

I am filled with a renewed sense of purpose.

I have a very long story explaining how someone's inability to add together three two-digit numbers ruined my weekend. But I am not going to tell it.

Yes, I am now a full week behind on bar review. But somehow that actually feels completely surmountable. (LALALA I CAN'T HEAR YOU PACED PROGRAM!!!)

Tomorrow, I will kick ass on the practice MBE and thereafter I will begin bar prepping like its 1L finals time.

MILP #105

Pity party at PtLawmom's.

Wall

I don't know if its JUST the unrelenting bar prep.
I don't know if its JUST the fact I stopped going to the gym.
I don't know if its JUST that 'time of the month.'
I don't know if its JUST a lack of sleep and dearth of vegetables.
It could be any or all of the above, or something not listed.

But I've kind of come up against a wall. I'm depressed, lethargic, and quasi-insomniac.

I'm not having fun anymore.

So Clownfish and I are getting out of town for the weekend. I wish I were leaving the bar prep behind, but I am not. I have to make up a lecture and watch Second State lecture at least. If I really shake the cobwebs loose, I'll catch up on the last week or so worth of work that I have failed to do because of the Wall.

But I will also see some family and friends. I will eat barbecue. I will find fireworks to watch. And weather permitting, I'll swim and laugh and play.


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Hubby Bullshark is away with the Reserves, if you were wondering.