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February 21, 2007
A Recycled Post for Those About to Take the Bar Exam
It’s a Monday night in late February. You’re holed up in a hotel room praying like you’ve never prayed before. For the last twelve hours, you’ve been an absolute basket case. You’re not sure what a death row inmate feels like in the days leading up to his execution, but you can’t imagine it’s much worse than how you feel now. You’ve had trouble eating recently, but today has been especially difficult. As soon as you glance over at the room clock, you can feel the beads of sweat starting to build on your forehead.
“It is really true?” you wonder. “Do I only have ten more hours before this damn thing begins?”
You’ve had all winter to learn the information, but for whatever reason, you find yourself pacing frantically in your room, wondering how the hell you can possibly pass. You check the alarm clock for what must be the twentieth time. You set the alarm on your phone just in case and leave the ringer on, hoping like hell that one of your idiot friends doesn’t call you in the middle of the night.
You take a pill out of its case and swallow it with the aid of some overpriced bottled water. You let out a huge sigh before resting your head on the pillow. Before you close your eyes, you stare straight at the ceiling and actually say, “Please let me sleep tonight, God. Please.” You’ve had more contact with the man upstairs in the last twelve hours than you’ve had in the last twelve years. A used car lot hasn’t seen as much bargaining as your room.
You stand up and check the alarm clock again. It still looks like it’s in perfect working order.
You wonder if you should turn off your phone. If the alarm clock doesn’t work, the wake-up call should. “Oh the hell with it,” you think. “Better safe than sorry.”
For the next fifteen minutes, your mind is racing faster than Mario Andretti. “Does he even race anymore?” you wonder. “I’d love to be a racecar driver.”
Your thoughts continue to be sporadic, yet slow down in pace. Ah, yes. The Ambien is finally starting to kick in. Within minutes, you’ll be asleep for good.
You've never been this nervous, not even the first time you saw your significant other's private parts. Why can't you have one extra day?
Welcome to the night before day one of the bar exam.
BAD NEWS: If you're taking the February bar exam, you're going to have a rough night next Monday.
GOOD NEWS: Rough night aside, you can definitely pass!
BETTER NEWS: Even if you've fallen way behind, there's still almost a whole week to absorb a ton of information. Use this week to ensure that you pass! Make sure you read every essay in your Bar/Bri book as well as every answer. That simple exercise will help tremendously. Don't freak out on test day. You don't have to be perfect! You can do this!
BEST NEWS: You’re not a jockstrap sold at the Big and Tall Store.
Comments
When will the world wise up and do away with tests of all kinds?
Posted by: Jay at February 21, 2007 09:18 AM
Ugh, that memory sent shivers down my spine..that horrible week in Albany..I'm so glad that part of my life is over!
Posted by: teahouseblossom at February 21, 2007 10:45 PM
My Ambien prescription sits quietly in my medicine cabinet. I think the stress of opening that bottle again would counteract the drug itself.
Posted by: Harmless Error at February 21, 2007 10:53 PM
This is too funny...I'm NOT looking fwd to Monday.
Posted by: Rosaline at February 22, 2007 11:16 AM
