The last thing I hope to ever say about the Bar Exam

Its over!!!

But it wouldn't be me if there wasn't a or two involved story involved

Story 1-Car trouble

I get to Jefferson city after a 5 1/2 hour drive, of which I only spent like 2 hours of it in panic, then I just sang along to my ipod :)  Anyway, I get to Jefferson City and check into a really bad hotel, which consequently is where I'm suppose to take the exam.  So I check in, only to find out that I'm in a separate building from where the exam actually is.  Mind you, I think the whole point of staying at the hotel where the bar is is to be in the same building as the bar exam.  Evidently I was wrong.  But I digress.  After I check in, I go back out to my car to drive over to my hotel room and I see fluid running out from under my car...this is the point where I start thinking, and saying "SHIT SHIT SHIT!!!"  So I drive the car over to my room and it makes squealing noises the whole way, call my dad and tell him what happened. 

He laughs at me.  Evidently my panic is amusing at times*.  So he tells me to call road side assistance, I do and they come out to look at the car.  As I'm talking to them they keep asking me what the color of the liquid is, which of course I can't get to so I can't tell what color it is on the black top.  Then a tow truck comes out and the driver, named Jim who is a kindly older gentleman hops down to come look at the car.  Mind you, he comes in a big red and yellow truck that takes up the entire parking lot, meaning that everyone at the hotel, who consequently are also taking the bar, is looking out their window thinking "Oh my god, I'm so glad I'm not that girl".

Jim goes up to the car and at this point the fluid had gotten to the point where you could reach it, so he runs his finger through it.  Looks at it.  Looks at me.  And says "Its water".....and I want to die of embarrassment, it was condensation off the damn air conditioner!  And of course, as soon as Jim gets in the car and drives it around, the squealing noise stops.  So not only do I look stupid, now I also look like I'm hallucinating.

Jim, being the kindly older gentleman that he is, gives me the card to a shop in town and tells me to get it looked at before I leave town because "there MAY be something wrong with one of the belts".  Poor Jim was trying to give me an out and make me feel less stupid.  And then Jim goes to leave, pats me on the shoulder and says "Good luck".  Even my tow truck friend pitied me!  

Don't worry it turns out that my car was just fine, although I didn't have it looked at before I left town... I made it back to Kansas City after the exam and that was good enough for me.

Story 2-Computer trouble

Of course, my computer has been just fine all year and it decides to freak out the day of the essay portion of the bar exam.  The first part went fine, then I tried to get it into exam mode for the second part, necessitating it shutting down, and my computer decides it wants to install FIFTY-ONE updates!  Keep in mind that I had 10 minutes at this point to get my computer into exam mode before they were going to make me handwrite it.  And you guys have seen my handwriting, you know how badly this would go.  I take the computer up to the tech support people who try to help me work it out.  They tell me to shut down the computer and let it reboot.  I do that, and partway through its start up, it shuts down randomly!  This again is the point in the day where I think "SHIT SHIT SHIT!" and everyone in the room is thinking "Oh my god, I'm so glad I'm not that girl".  But alas, the computer finally starts to behave and I can take the MPT on the computer.

And repeat that story for the afternoon session.  If I didn't need my computer so much that day I would have thrown it across the room.

Both stories turned out well thankfully, but needless to say I was really mad at my electronics and mechanical devices this week.

Congrats to everyone on being done!!!

Mr. Bankruptcy

So this story isn't really mine and its not a real fun boy story but I figure to keep people interested I ought to put something up!

M and I went out on Friday night only for M to be picked up by a man I shall dub "Mr. Bankruptcy".  Basically the way this went down was M and I were sitting at a table, drinking our draft beers and minding our own business and when we look up we are flanked on one side by people who pretty obviously are coming from a wedding rehearsal dinner (they just set the scene, nothing really to do with the story) and on the other by a group of guys, a couple of whom are "older".*  At any rate, that group evidently feels the need to take over our table and start setting glasses on it, leaning on it etc (which would be fine except for that its a 4 top table.  Not really room for extra people you don't know).  Anyway, then one of them sits down and starts talking to us, and pretty soon we're surrounded by the whole group.  A decent number of them left and we ended up with a set of brothers(enter Mr. Bankruptcy), one who is in his upper 20s (I'm going with 29) and one who just finished his junior year of college.

At any rate, Mr. Bankruptcy comes over and sits down next to me right as M says to another member of their group "Oh, she just graduated from law school".  Mr. Bankruptcy sits down and makes a snarky comment about my graduating from law school, prompting me to say "Let me guess, you're a lawyer?" Turns out I was right!  He is a lawyer, and a bankruptcy lawyer at that.  This is how the following conversation goes:

Mr. Bankruptcy: Where did you go to school?

Me: Up in Indiana.

Mr. Bankruptcy: Oh, Indiana University.

Me: No, Notre Dame.**

Mr. Bankruptcy: Oh. [enter a comment that I remember being a little mean spirited but not clever enough to remember since I was working on getting a little tipsy]

Mr. Bankruptcy: So, do you have a job?

Me: Yup, I'm working at Legal Aid.

Mr. Bankruptcy: Oh, I guess its a tough job market***

Me: No, I actually wanted to do public interest work.

Mr. Bankruptcy:  Oh, so you're one of the hundreds of people who apply to law school saying "I wanna help people"**** So, you actually work at Legal Aid?

Me: Yeah, and I like it!

[And then Mr. Bankruptcy gets up and leaves.  Evidently saying you work at Legal Aid is a good way to scare away bankruptcy attorneys.]

Needless to say I was happy to scare this one off.  Unfortunately he and M hit it off despite him being a jerk both to me, and then to her at the end of the evening.  So we shall see if I have anymore encounter's with Mr. Bankruptcy.  If I do, I will be sure to tell him that the only difference between his clients and my clients is that his clients actually had money to being with and then did stupid things with it (okay, I realize not everyone who goes bankrupt did stupid things to do it, but go with me here), whereas mine never had any money and then either couldn't survive off that amount of money (or did stupid things with it, that happens too).

And then (thankfully) he went home.

*Ok, to me older means 35-40s.  I hope this doesn't offend anyone.

**When I tell him ND immediately the "oh, so you're too good for a state school" antenna goes up.  This seems to be a pretty predominant attitude around here a lot of the time, which is unfortunate.  This is where people start to get defensive about their own schools.

***Yes, this is the point where things get interesting.

****Keep in mind that the first sentence of my admission essay to law school actually was "I want to help people".  No joke.

And then Hank went home

I have to report (in a bittersweet tone) that our beloved Hank now has new owners.  They're a very nice couple who are really really excited to have him, so I'm happy about that.  And I think they'll take good care of him.  Unfortunately I'm just not around enough to let the poor little guy out and even when I did, he hated being out on the tile floor.  At any rate he's got new owners, but then I realized a little later that they may be super religious...(indication is from a cross on a check they wrote me for an adoption fee*)  At any rate, its a little weird because I keep coming home and saying "Hi Hank" only to realize that he's not there

*The adoption fee was so that Hank didn't go to people who would feed him to a snake.  Evidently that's what happens when you give a bunny away for free.  So no worries, no being snake food for Hank.