Whenever somebody contracts some awful disease or undergoes some awful family tragedy and gets interviewed by the local news about it, they always say the same thing: “You see this in the news all the time, but you never think it can happen to you. And then one day it does…”
I think failing the bar exam is the opposite. Everybody thinks it will happen to them, but it only really happens to a select few. I realized that early on, that the math says I’ll likely pass the bar exam, so I haven‘t been too worried about it. Well, yesterday I found out that one of my friends took the bar exam six months ago…and failed it.
Sure, she took it during the school year, so she probably didn’t have enough time to study. But still, she’s a smart girl and she failed. Took a prep class and everything. Now it’s starting to hit home. Some people really fail this thing.
Tomorrow I’m going to figure out how to get my hands on review books. And then, beginning Monday, I’m going to start studying. I’m going to try to study all day, every day. Oh, and I’m going to work all day, every day to promote Lawyer Boy.
Graduation was rough. First of all, I was sick. Soar throat, runny nose, that sort of thing. Second of all, under my heavy robe, my hood, my cap, my wool suit, my dress shirt and tie, my undershirt, I was sweating like a pedophile. Third, I still had a paper due. In the middle of the semester, my prof said that I could turn it in whenever I wanted.
“You mean, I can turn it in after graduation?”
“Sure you can. I know you’re good for it.”
At the time it seemed like a blessing. During graduation, not so much. I know I would have easily got it done if he had set a due date. Can’t blame him, though. Only myself.