Well that was special

Ramblings Post #214
Once I was young, handsome, in shape, and ready to take on the world. My plan is to get back to all of that real, real soon. Which means I need to get started on my time machine, because I'm getting up there. And maybe learn some plastic surgery, 'cause male model I ain't. And get directions to the gym, because I know what to do, I just don't actually do it. But world, I'm still coming for you.  

One of the problems of having GOALS instead of creating MILESTONES is that once you've reached that thing you've been working towards you find yourself flailing trying to find new purpose. Or eating ice cream sandwiches. But with a plan that has milestones, when you've conquered one part, the next beckons. It maintains the purposeful nature of your actions. Not that I went to the gym this morning like I was supposed to...but I did have a proper breakfast that included fruit.

Small steps.

Well the Georgia Bar was...an experience. There were a couple of curve balls, but we muddled through. Well, most of us did. Well, nobody just started crying and ran from the room. Well, nobody I saw. Although there was a moment that I blanked. So, I leaned my head back, took a deep breath and took it from a different angle : meaning I turned to the last questions and started working backwards until my synapses started firing again. I got through it, and it really wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. But it was worse in some respects. I dunno.

Everyone seems to think I did fine. I am taking a line of cautious pragmatism.

Hey barkeep, I'm back. So, to start me off, how about something nice. With an umbrella in it. Hmm? 

Zero Hour fast approaches...

Notes from the Law Desert - Part 5 
"And where is Donald Duck? Donald Duck is at the crossroads with a machine gun." That's a line from The Dirty Dozen, a classic war movie - about careful planning and what might happen along the way. That this moment calls to mind that film, and in the final chapter most of them don't make it... ugh.

I have rewritten my notes from the first time I took the class. Done the question drills, watched the videos, used the flash cards my dad got me, and read the outline, the mini-outline and the other outline. And the sample answers for the essays I couldn't hope to duplicate given the time constraints. And now, this is it.

The bar exam.

The first day is six essays - the writing part. Two long, four short. Two three hour sessions, so you better have figured out time management! The second day is the working through law questions part - and the convoluted mental hurdles we should able to clear to understand why ... lets say answer B might be right, but why answer A would be an even better choice.

Sounds like fun, don't it?

One last brush up on the essays tonight...then 6am roll out.... lock and load, we're going for bear! 

Notes from the Law Desert - Part 4

Notes from the Law Desert - Part 4
When you join one of the historically black fraternal organizations, the process is called "Crossing the Burning Sands." It's supposed to mean this journey represents your commitment. Getting ready for the Bar is like that...only for law.

Diet is toast. Not meaning I'm eating toast, I mean I've ditched it for a minute. I deserve those brownies, and that bowl of cereal. And that fried chicken. And those french fries. And that hoagie.  And that slice of pizza. I got my first loaf of Sunbeam bread in two years. Ate it all in three days. Hotdogs on white bread!

And now, back to the bar prep questions. More and more bar prep questions.

Notes from the Law Desert - Part 3

Notes from the Law Desert - Part 3
When you join one of the historically black fraternal organizations, the process is called "Crossing the Burning Sands." It's supposed to mean this journey represents your commitment. Getting ready for the Bar is like that...only for law.

For some reason, while mentally making  legal arguments in my head to memorize a point of law, I suddenly got the idea for an movie about gun control. Before I realized it I was in my kitchen fleshing out scenes and characters.

Um...wait, shouldn't I be doing something else? Oh, right. Bar exam.

Man, I need a drink I can't have. So I sketched it out so I'd stop thinking about it, saved it somewhere..and moved on.