Miscellaneous

Good Luck, Bar Takers

It's a special day for the country's future lawyers -- over the next two to three days, thousands of recent law graduates will take the bar exam. Most will pass, some will not. Somewhere, in some state, at least one person will freak the fuck out during the exam. That person will then become part of bar exam lore, an anecdote passed down from bar taker to bar taker to make them feel better about their chances.

My wife is one of those bar takers, today. It's been a rough two months in our household, compounded by a move and a one-year old kid, who has had to suffer with his father as the main caretaker for the last eight weeks. Poor kid is lucky to get out of it alive. And pass or fail, one thing is certain: By 4 p.m., tomorrow, it'll all be over. Dinners that entail conversations about the elements of battery, the late night cramming, and the frequent melt-downs and freak-outs will finally be over. The Bar-Bri books will no longer litter my house with their foul greenness. And, more importantly for my wife and all the bar-takers out there in QuizLaw land: You can finally forget everything you ever learned in law school and studying for the bar, and get down to the business of being a lawyer.

Good luck.

Full post as published by Quiz Law on July 29, 2008 (boomark / email).