I just finished my exams. My brain is full. I don't think I passed all of them but I'll take what I can get.
It's funny; I passed the bar on my first try, mainly because the law is fascinating to me - the law itself, that is. I find the practice of law not as interesting although it has its moments. These exams were not law related and dreadfully boring.
On a different topic, I'd like to talk about THAT guy. You know him.
He's the guy that gets up an hour-and-a-half before the exam ends, puts on his baseball cap and whistles on his way out.
I can't stand that guy.
If you are that guy, please know that we despise you and wish you ill. I hope a truck drove past you on the way out and splashed your Gap khakis with mud.
Who wears khakis in this winter?
I would like to point out that I'm the other
guy. The guy that's the last to leave the exam. The guy that makes the proctor go, "I said, 'pencils down...sir.
'" (I'm old enough now that I'm scolded with the identifier "sir.")
I leave last because I'm always changing my mind. I'm always second guessing myself.
I do it in life all the time. Why should being on the clock be any different?UPDATE: 20070228 01:27
When I say "guy" I mean in the gender neutral manner. Such as: "I hate that guy (or girl) and hope that s/he never realizes how big his/her butt looks in those khakis."