Greetings from Silenceland
Apparently after graduating from law school, the anticipated summer course-of-action involves taking a bar exam. And that, dear Internets, is what i have been doing since the graduation of nearly a month ago. Well, studying for that exam, more accurately. The actual exam is allegedly torturous, but only two days. Current Music:
The bar exam is supposed to pose a unique challenge, unrivaled by most academic endeavors. It is perhaps the only time in the career of a lawyer where one is expected to know more-or-less the entirety of the law. (The rest of life as a lawyer is open book). But for me, this poses an especially unique challenge. You see, i have crammed for every exam since…well, since i started having to study for exams. “The entirety of the law” is a lot of law; more than can be crammed into my brain in a couple of days of diligent preparation. So in addition to the generally anticipated lots of learning, i have completely revamped my study habits.
Thus far, things are going pretty well. i bribe myself with coffee-infused drinks and other assorted coffee shop treats, and spend roughly all of my waking hours sitting in front of my law books. I take an hour at the end of each day to read something for fun, and aside from a few major studying interruptions (i.e. finishing journal stuff, moving), this has become the regular routine. The baristas mock me. “You spend more time here than i do!” exclaimed Amy, Saturday night. I didn’t mention that hers was actually the third study locale for the day. But, i kind of enjoy it. For the first time in my memorable life, studying is the only thing i have to do…and even the subjects that i thought would be grueling (corporations, partnerships, and sole proprietorships) aren’t so bad.
Then again, such diligent studying might be called avoidance, by those who are inclined to make such accusations. For i have very little knowledge regarding my plans for life after July 25th, and this might drive me a little crazy…if i were inclined to think about such things. Fortunately, i have eleven books from the Barbri corporation filled with “important” materials that can occupy all of my brain space, crowding out pesky future uncertainty.
Come July 25th, though, things might turn desperate. While at the library the other day, i almost acquired What Color Is Your Parachute? Someone, please, promise me that if such day comes, you’ll adopt the humane and possibly murderous solution. Thank you.
Elliott Smith - King's Crossing