Curveballs
Studying for the bar reminded me of my favorite scene from Bull Durham:
CRASH [to NUKE]: You have a gift. When you were a baby, the gods reached down and turned your right arm into a thunderbolt. You got a Hall of Fame arm but you're pissing it away....
NUKE: Ain't pissin' nothin' away. I got a Porsche already--I got a nine-eleven with a quadriphonic Blaupunkt . . .
CRASH: Christ, you don't need a quadriphonic Blaupunkt! What you need is a curveball! Huh? In the show, everybody can hit a fastball!
I've been spending some time trying to work on my curveball, so to speak. It's tough, and I really don't enjoy doing it.
Infuriatingly, I can often get to the point where I can eliminate the obviously wrong answers--but when it comes time to choose, I end up choosing a good, but not the best answer. Sometimes, it's my own damn fault--I hadn't gotten the rule quite down yet. Other times, it's because the question seems to ask me to assume facts that I don't think are in evidence. Still other times--though rarely, it should be said--it's because the examiners themselves have applied the wrong law.
I'm more or less at my targets, but it's just wearing me down. I wish I had a sense that I was definitely going to pass, but lately, that's fading. All I can do is plug away, re-read my notes, keep testing my memory, and keep slogging forward.
Two weeks to live.
CRASH [to NUKE]: You have a gift. When you were a baby, the gods reached down and turned your right arm into a thunderbolt. You got a Hall of Fame arm but you're pissing it away....
NUKE: Ain't pissin' nothin' away. I got a Porsche already--I got a nine-eleven with a quadriphonic Blaupunkt . . .
CRASH: Christ, you don't need a quadriphonic Blaupunkt! What you need is a curveball! Huh? In the show, everybody can hit a fastball!
I've been spending some time trying to work on my curveball, so to speak. It's tough, and I really don't enjoy doing it.
Infuriatingly, I can often get to the point where I can eliminate the obviously wrong answers--but when it comes time to choose, I end up choosing a good, but not the best answer. Sometimes, it's my own damn fault--I hadn't gotten the rule quite down yet. Other times, it's because the question seems to ask me to assume facts that I don't think are in evidence. Still other times--though rarely, it should be said--it's because the examiners themselves have applied the wrong law.
I'm more or less at my targets, but it's just wearing me down. I wish I had a sense that I was definitely going to pass, but lately, that's fading. All I can do is plug away, re-read my notes, keep testing my memory, and keep slogging forward.
Two weeks to live.