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Tomorrow and Wednesday, I retake the Bar Exam.

Once more unto the breach, dear friends. Once more.

It's nearly 50 degrees Fahrenheit outside.

And I just may pass this exam. (Dare one hope?)

Show me the man who ate that many Skittles that quickly and had a good night, and I'll show you a hero.

When I left the Bowtie Cinemas theater in West Hartford earlier this evening (Ride Along 2 was just as funny as I needed it to be), it was to 17 new text messages, all from law school friends and all in reaction to news of the death of Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia ( Read more... )

By this time 2 weeks from now, I'll be done with this.

This morning, I dreamt I'd already taken the February Bar Exam.

The despair that attended my awakening and realizing I hadn't was untold.

Crisis of Post-Modernity: Currently Googling tips and tricks on how to build and maintain discipline while I try to build up the discipline to return to this lecture series on Secured Transactions. What part of the Noble Eightfold Path is this?

And sometimes, at just over 5.30pm, you remember to check for the sunset and you pause your lecture on Trusts and you rush to the living room and you look out the window and catch the tail end of the sky's bleeding and you convince yourself that even though you've got a new-fangled phone with an actual camera and an Instagram account with pesky ( Read more... )

Some of this feeling stems from having curled my toes in familiar soil, having driven through familiar streets, having found myself surrounded by my books again, but I can't remember the last time, as an adult, I felt such almost overwhelming contentment. The aforementioned are much to blame/thank for it, but I think perhaps an even greater piece ( Read more... )