Frequent Citations

Baaaaaaaar Fatigue

I've outlined somewhere over 70 essays. I got ONE right. It was on wills. I get smatterings of correct statements of law elsewhere, once in a while I reach the right conclusion...

And then there's the Move.

Lordy.

In other news: I ordered the hard drive LL recommended and I've been loading disc after disc, making sure we've got all our music in one place. We have a lot of it, and it turns out some of it is not half bad. Not half bad at all.  Insert disc, do a few evidence problems, insert new disc, read the domestic relations outline, rinse, repeat.

Torts Is A Nightmare

I spent all the live-long day on Torts yesterday and I still get questions on comparative/contributory negligence wrong. I can tell you the rules, but whether I get the right answer seems to be random.

Negligent infliction of emotional distress? Again, I can give you the description and tell you how it's applied, but the difference between the two prongs is elusive at best.

Today I must move on to a different subject. Maybe property, which makes so much more sense to my twisted little brain.

Bah.

I'd rather be finding a place to live, and lining up a way to pay for all the tuition that's coming due next month...

In other news: GirlChild went to The Art Fair last week and brought home a pair of phenomenal earrings for me. I told her to spend my mother's birthday check (and if you know my mother, you know earrings are a highly appropriate way to spend her money) and get me something snazzy but work appropriate. She excelled. She will, of course, have many commissions in the future. I'll try to get her to take a picture of them for your viewing pleasure.

Still Plugging Away

When I'm not playing with iTunes or something, I'm studying. And studying. And studying. And soooo not prepared.

Also trying not to think about how soon it's coming up because the heart attacks really slow me down. Nevertheless, I'm having a hard time stirring up a good panic and I can't tell if it's because I'm just too tired, or because I think I actually have a shot at passing, or because apathy has won.

I compared answers with a friend who also did the practice MBE on Friday and we had a huge overlap on questions we both got wrong. We figured that was a good sign, because those were probably the hardest of the impossible questions, right? If you disagree, please don't tell me.

Anyway, I'm studying out of the house and away from my computer. Helps with the studying, but not with the blogging.

Studying for the bar is not conducive to a well-rounded life-style.

Study Break For Beauty

Take a moment to look at these amazing pictures. Ours is a beautiful and mystifying planet.

Full of easements and covenants, the difference between which TFL finally pounded into my head. I think.

I Heard There Was A Campaign, But I'm Reading Property Outlines

I'm assuming the campaign will still be going after I take the Bar. If I have any brain cells left, I might be interested.

In the meantime, here is my favorite blog that I'm not looking at much these days. I don't care which candidate it favors (and it does favor one)--it's all about the numbers! It's got to be the geekiest political blog going, where people get all excited about new models and I don't mean cover girls.

You sort of get the impression that the creators and commenters are appreciative of these little campaigns we have from time to time that provide them with so many lovely data to play with.

Some of my data for you: 24 essay questions behind. Yeah, baby. Obviously I'm counting the essays assigned instead of writing them.

Deja Vu Again

I keep running into the same people, sometimes on purpose and sometimes by accident. They all have the same bleary-eyed and careworn look... yeah, former classmates.

I've run into them at coffee shops and on the bus, coming and going from class. And, of course, on a friend's patio where we gathered last night for drinks and commiseration. It's nice to keep seeing people for a little while before we scatter to the four corners.

We compare notes on bar exams, which states are covering which subjects, who's making flash cards, where people are studying. Sometimes we break out of the bar exam stranglehold on our lives and talk about clerkships and bar trips, or who's still looking for a place to live and have you sold your place yet? me neither.

We know each other so well in some ways, not at all in others.

Paranoia Is Contagious

The Fourth of July comes, and goes, and leaves in its wake massive paranoia in everyone studying for the bar. Used to be I felt alone in my panic and misery, but now I have lots of company.

Yet tomorrow we have friends coming over for dinner. I'm not cooking, but still--the evening will be wiped out once I sit down at the table. Then Wednesday night there's a get-together for those of us in town and around the neighborhood.

Saturday, though, TFL and GirlChild are going to see Lyle Lovett and leaving me all alone with my pile of books. Dagnabbit.

Has anyone gotten their ticket yet? I'm now panicking that maybe they didn't get everything that they need for my application and they won't let me sit for the bar. First I panic that I have to take the thing, then that they won't let me take it. Can't win.

In Which We Contemplate Paralysis

I have so much to learn for the bar exam, at any given time I have no idea what to study or how. I keep plugging my way through the study plan, trying to catch up and hoping the sheer torture of it will drill enough into my head that I'll pass. As I get issues (almost every single one) wrong on the essays, I make flashcards for the points of law I've missed. The stack is growing at an alarming rate.

Then there are all the things that need doing as part of regular life, and in preparation for moving. None of it is happening. This strikes me as problematic, maybe extremely problematic. 

So I made myself a cup of green tea. I'm going to call Boy, and then do multiple choice. Because life didn't hand me a study guide, but BarBri did.

Multiple Choice Extravaganza

Two hundred multiple choice questions in 6 hours, not including lunch. Yes, it's Pretend Test Day for the bar. Day 2 of 1 1/2, to be more precise.

At the end of the day I will be:

a) mush-for-brains

b) panicked

c) thirsty

d) all of the above

Bar Review Confessions

I have a confession to make. I don't hate studying for the bar as much as I should.

I mean, I don't love it the way I love chocolate or reading Homer, but it's not as bad as going to the dentist or eating bananas. It's kind of fun to be back to filling in circles and reciting black letter law without bothering to learn or relearn or think about much (if any) of the theory. Memorize the rule. Apply it to the facts. Watch out for the bar examiners' highly predictable tricks. And best of all: score just enough to pass.

Oh yes I am loving the whole pass/fail thing. Technically I guess we get a score but really--we just need to pass.

That said, all my time seems to be spent either studying or doing something on the house--packing, cleaning, selling stuff. Freaking out. Running errands. Freaking out some more. TFL is getting mighty sick of my demanding to know why the flat hasn't sold yet.

So I guess that compared to freaking out about the house, memorizing civil procedure for my new state doesn't seem so bad. Did you know there are 5 ways to serve process? Indeed! Plus the nontraditional method!

Egad. August will be devoted to books, movies, and playing in the water.