I'm back! This time with reinforcements.
So, if you haven't already guessed it due to my long absence, the dragon won. I was completely unable to muster the self-discipline necessary to study for the bar. I tried. Seriously, I tried. I uninstalled computer games (and promptly checked out a library book). I fled my house and sought refuge at the law library (and then spent the day talking to friends in the carrels next to mine).
Could. Not. Do. It.
I did, however, go on a marvelous camping trip with my brother Ryan, hang out with good friends, finish watching season 5 of 24 (the tv show), and in general, do a lot of cool stuff. However fun the activities were, they weren't satisfying. I was living a half life. The whole time I was having "fun", I was feeling guilty because I should be studying for the bar.
As I was going on the camping trip, the thought occurred to me that I should get out of Utah and come to Oklahoma where there weren't so many distractions. The more I thought and prayed about it, the more I liked the idea.
So I'm home. I got here yesterday. It was a long drive. But let me tell you about my send-off and the days leading up to it. There were some quality moments.
First off, I knew that coming home was going to be akin to a prison sentence. I was coming home to Work. Not PLAY. WORK. I'll be putting in 10 to 12 hour days each day for the next month. Since I knew that I was going to be basically hating life for a long time, I decided that my last five days in Provo were going to be fun, and when I say fun, I mean that they would be free from any guilt or attempt at studying for the bar.
It was a hard thing. I had to throttle down sneaky little thoughts that would begin like, "You know, while you're waiting for your oil change, you could work a few multi-state bar ques--", or, "You could look over the Hearsay ru--". I swear, my body runs on guilt. It took an effort, but I managed to enjoy my last few days fa4irly guilt free--mostly.
I spent my days packing, watching tv with my roomies and friends, watching good movies, and planning and preparing my farewell. Which rocked.
Basically, my friend Duncan and I spent a long time preparing gourmet hamburgers (which had just about every seasoning known to man in them) and then grilling them for the assorted peoples who came by to wish me well for my impending captivity and torture. All in all, about 35 people or so came through at one point or another. It was a success.
After the party (which went down the day before I left), I finished packing and was just about to go to bed so I could wake up early and start driving, when two of my friends, Ashton and Erin, came over to say goodbye since they hadn't made it to the party.
Duncan and I started talking to them, one thing led to another, and we ended up staying up until two a.m. having a marvelously entertaining conversation which devolved into a food fight utilizing the left over BBQ supplies from the party. Good times. I got some really good shots in on Duncan with some lettuce.
Oh, did I mention that I started the fight? Or that it was my idea? Or that my initial attack was completely unprovoked? It just seemed like such a good idea at the time. *sigh* So did law school. I suppose both worked out well in the end though, so no complaints. The food fight was certainly more enjoyable than the law school bit though. And a lot less painful.
And then I left--and arrived on the farm yesterday. My grandpa is here as well which gave me the perfect excuse to delay my imprisonment a little longer. We went to a Tulsa Drillers game tonight which was loads of fun. Unfortunately, no foul balls :( Tomorrow, I am going to the Tulsa singles ward. I'm only here a month, and I'm hoping that the exotic Utah taint and my unavailability due to the brevity of my stay act as an allure making me absolutely irresistible, but, well, I'm not banking on it. We'll see if I even make the radar.
And on Monday... the Bar becomes me. If I slack off, I've given Mom and Dad permission to beat me like a red-headed step child. Hopefully with their help, I can get through to July and get this beast done. Pray for me. I'll need it.
And good night.
Could. Not. Do. It.
I did, however, go on a marvelous camping trip with my brother Ryan, hang out with good friends, finish watching season 5 of 24 (the tv show), and in general, do a lot of cool stuff. However fun the activities were, they weren't satisfying. I was living a half life. The whole time I was having "fun", I was feeling guilty because I should be studying for the bar.
As I was going on the camping trip, the thought occurred to me that I should get out of Utah and come to Oklahoma where there weren't so many distractions. The more I thought and prayed about it, the more I liked the idea.
So I'm home. I got here yesterday. It was a long drive. But let me tell you about my send-off and the days leading up to it. There were some quality moments.
First off, I knew that coming home was going to be akin to a prison sentence. I was coming home to Work. Not PLAY. WORK. I'll be putting in 10 to 12 hour days each day for the next month. Since I knew that I was going to be basically hating life for a long time, I decided that my last five days in Provo were going to be fun, and when I say fun, I mean that they would be free from any guilt or attempt at studying for the bar.
It was a hard thing. I had to throttle down sneaky little thoughts that would begin like, "You know, while you're waiting for your oil change, you could work a few multi-state bar ques--", or, "You could look over the Hearsay ru--". I swear, my body runs on guilt. It took an effort, but I managed to enjoy my last few days fa4irly guilt free--mostly.
I spent my days packing, watching tv with my roomies and friends, watching good movies, and planning and preparing my farewell. Which rocked.
Basically, my friend Duncan and I spent a long time preparing gourmet hamburgers (which had just about every seasoning known to man in them) and then grilling them for the assorted peoples who came by to wish me well for my impending captivity and torture. All in all, about 35 people or so came through at one point or another. It was a success.
After the party (which went down the day before I left), I finished packing and was just about to go to bed so I could wake up early and start driving, when two of my friends, Ashton and Erin, came over to say goodbye since they hadn't made it to the party.
Duncan and I started talking to them, one thing led to another, and we ended up staying up until two a.m. having a marvelously entertaining conversation which devolved into a food fight utilizing the left over BBQ supplies from the party. Good times. I got some really good shots in on Duncan with some lettuce.
Oh, did I mention that I started the fight? Or that it was my idea? Or that my initial attack was completely unprovoked? It just seemed like such a good idea at the time. *sigh* So did law school. I suppose both worked out well in the end though, so no complaints. The food fight was certainly more enjoyable than the law school bit though. And a lot less painful.
And then I left--and arrived on the farm yesterday. My grandpa is here as well which gave me the perfect excuse to delay my imprisonment a little longer. We went to a Tulsa Drillers game tonight which was loads of fun. Unfortunately, no foul balls :( Tomorrow, I am going to the Tulsa singles ward. I'm only here a month, and I'm hoping that the exotic Utah taint and my unavailability due to the brevity of my stay act as an allure making me absolutely irresistible, but, well, I'm not banking on it. We'll see if I even make the radar.
And on Monday... the Bar becomes me. If I slack off, I've given Mom and Dad permission to beat me like a red-headed step child. Hopefully with their help, I can get through to July and get this beast done. Pray for me. I'll need it.
And good night.