The part of the Bar that I am most nervous about is the essays, mostly because at this point, I don't really know the state-specific topics yet. YET. I have 4 days. A lot can happen in 4 days. Heck, day before yesterday I didn't really get Evidence, and then I studied it and then I rocked some PMBR questions, so don't tell me what I can and can't do in 4 days.
Um, where was I...?
Oh, right.
So last night I did sleep at school, which wasn't as uncomfortable as I thought it would be and actually pretty darn handy. I feel like I'm in the zone. However, don't get me started on the super smart chatty guy from my Tax class who's studying in the room next door who was already here all showered and chipper when I woke up at 8 AM. I still think I got a better grade than him in Tax though because he was one of those people who was all, "That was SO hard!" after the final, while I was all, "Was it?" So I'm not going to let him initimidate me.
Anyway... (can we tell the only human contact I've had for the last 24 hours is with Stacy and Clinton on What Not To Wear last night?)
So last night I had a nightmare about the essay day. Basically we were given all 10 essays in one fell swoop, and it was a take-home. For some reason I went to my parents' apartment (in Chicago), and there were all these distractions, including some random family emergencies that I had to help out with. Despite all that I thought I was doing ok on time until I realized I had an hour left and I was only on number 5. And numbers 2 and 3 only had what law they were about jotted down. And I realized that I thought 2 of the essays were about Crim, but that couldn't be right.
Panic! So after I finish my mini-outlines, I'll be working on some more essays.
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I've done that before, too, when I'm really stressed about something. My worst nightmares usually involve living at my parents' home again and waiting for the bus. Somehow, the idea of missing that bus was the most traumatic thing I keep going back to, over and over. I watch out the window for it, I see it coming down the road out of Stewarts' place, I run downstairs and usually get waylaid by my stepmom for something, and then it is out front as I run down the front yard (which is pretty big).
It lets my little brothers in, but pulls away just as I get to the end of the driveway. This was such a bad thing, because then my dad or stepmom would have to take me to school, even after I got my license, and that usually involved yelling and hatred. To relive those days... yeah, that's the stuff of nightmares!
Hopefully, though, after this week, your own nightmares will be nicely resolved with a successful Bar-taking. Don't forget to take a few minutes from time to time to breathe deep and relax, stretch, etc.
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