So, culling the 600+ pictures we have so far into something manageable for a blog post is taking longer than I thought it would. We're leaving tonight for Hampi and will be gone for a few days, and then Jason and I leave and spend a few days in Paris and then we'll be back home. I may not be able to post anything of quality until then, but I'm excited to show you all the pictures!
Sarah and I stood up to our auto rickshaw driver who tried to rip us off last night and Jason and Brandon were so proud. We came home from the south side of Bangalore during rush hour and had to settle with paying meter plus 20 rupees because of the hassle. The drivers aren't supposed to do that according to all official rules, but they do and there's not much you can do about it when you need to get home. The men followed us in another rickshaw.
We passed some familiar landmarks and then all of a sudden the driver turned off the main road and into a more residential area. He drove down narrow streets for awhile and checked the meter twice without even trying to hide it. When he turned around the third time, I covered up the meter and said, "What are you doing?" He kind of smiled and said, "Oh when it hits 90 rupees, I have to reset it." OK. But considering it only took us 81 rupees to get to the place when we went down there, why would it even hit 90 rupees?
After that, he wound through a couple more streets and then came back out on the main road. Based on my sense of direction, it felt like he just popped off the main road, did a U through the crowded back roads to run up the meter, and then got back on the main road. Sarah called Brandon and found out their meter was about 30 rupees lower than ours. By the end it was at 102 rupees, meaning he wanted us to pay 122. We refused and Sarah handed him 100 rupees.
He refused to take it and just said "120" over and over while we said, "No. 100." We were both mad and pointed out to him that he took us all around the neighborhoods and all over the place. Sarah said she lives here and knows how much it costs. 80 is fair and 80 plus 20 is 100. The guy eventually took the money, spat at us, and then drove along near us, yelling at us for a few feet.
When Brandon and Jason showed up, we found out their meter was at 70 rupees. Yeah, don't tell us that guy didn't take us on a wild goose chase.
Jason pointed out that we made a big stink for about 60 cents, but it's the principle. And he was proud anyway.
Sarah said probably 2 out of 3 auto drivers are honest, based on her own experiences being driven around town. Sometimes autos are the only way to get to a place and you just have to deal with it.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
A Couple of Days in Bangalore
Just back from a stay in the jungle for a couple of days while we do laundry and get ready to go see medieval ruins. I have several good stories and one amazingly awesome story, but they will have to wait until tomorrow, because I am dead tired.
Also, if I never hear a barking dog again, I will be the happiest girl in the world. Bet you didn't know India is the capital of feral dogs and they stay quiet all day in the warm sun, but really perk up and start barking in large groups at about midnight. Or 4 AM. Whatever. Who's keeping track?
Also, if I never hear a barking dog again, I will be the happiest girl in the world. Bet you didn't know India is the capital of feral dogs and they stay quiet all day in the warm sun, but really perk up and start barking in large groups at about midnight. Or 4 AM. Whatever. Who's keeping track?
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Jetlag & Food
I was sooo cocky and proud that jetlag wasn't really ruling my life. Then today we went out to the university where Brandon works and I got slammed with tiredness. I fell asleep on the bus ride back. The bus ride on the bumpy roads with the honking cars and buses and auto rickshaws. I very rarely fall asleep in vehicles, but I was out. We went to lunch and came back to the apartment and I fell asleep sitting up on the couch. I just woke up from a 2 hour nap and even though I feel like kind of a spoilsport, I do feel more rested. Now Jason is snoozing on the couch next to me so apparently I'm not alone.
About lunch. We went to Brandon and Sarah's favorite neighborhood restaurant, which serves South Indian food. Most of the Indian food you get in the US - the curries and the masalas and such - is North Indian cuisine. Apparently North Indian food is a little greasier and heavier than South Indian food, and now that I've had the South Indian food, I can really tell the difference.
We got lassis and the vegetarian meal, which consisted of a sampler of several different dishes. One of the reasons B&S love this restaurant is you can order the meal every day and have something different each time because they switch up the dishes.
They bring out a banana leaf and spoon out rice in the middle of it, with about 10 little metal bowls full of different things to mix in circling the leaf. Sarah and I also got a chapati to dip in a yummy lentil gravy. The bowls had another lentil mix, a super spicy soup, a spicy veggie mix, a dry veggie mix of potatoes and peas, buttermilk and cilantro (to help with digestion), a lemon sauce, and yogurt to cut the spice (for those who can't handle it). Using your right hand only, you mix the various stuff into the rice, roll it up in a ball, and shove it in your mouth. Yum!
Everything tasted amazing and at the end the waiter mixed a spoonful of raw sugar into our little bowl of yogurt (because we're awesome and can handle the spice) for a sweet treat. The best part of all of this is I have license to play with my food, which Jason is always nagging me about. It's not like I play while I'm eating, but afterwards if there's stuff left on the plate, I've been known to push it around and mix things, to the point that Jason compares me to Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I can't help it - I'm fidgety. However, South Indian cuisine lets me play while I'm eating and satisfies that urge. It's perfect.
Tomorrow we venture to the jungle and I promise my reports will become more interesting and less of a food diary. But seriously, the food is kind of worth documenting.
About lunch. We went to Brandon and Sarah's favorite neighborhood restaurant, which serves South Indian food. Most of the Indian food you get in the US - the curries and the masalas and such - is North Indian cuisine. Apparently North Indian food is a little greasier and heavier than South Indian food, and now that I've had the South Indian food, I can really tell the difference.
We got lassis and the vegetarian meal, which consisted of a sampler of several different dishes. One of the reasons B&S love this restaurant is you can order the meal every day and have something different each time because they switch up the dishes.
They bring out a banana leaf and spoon out rice in the middle of it, with about 10 little metal bowls full of different things to mix in circling the leaf. Sarah and I also got a chapati to dip in a yummy lentil gravy. The bowls had another lentil mix, a super spicy soup, a spicy veggie mix, a dry veggie mix of potatoes and peas, buttermilk and cilantro (to help with digestion), a lemon sauce, and yogurt to cut the spice (for those who can't handle it). Using your right hand only, you mix the various stuff into the rice, roll it up in a ball, and shove it in your mouth. Yum!
Everything tasted amazing and at the end the waiter mixed a spoonful of raw sugar into our little bowl of yogurt (because we're awesome and can handle the spice) for a sweet treat. The best part of all of this is I have license to play with my food, which Jason is always nagging me about. It's not like I play while I'm eating, but afterwards if there's stuff left on the plate, I've been known to push it around and mix things, to the point that Jason compares me to Richard Dreyfuss in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I can't help it - I'm fidgety. However, South Indian cuisine lets me play while I'm eating and satisfies that urge. It's perfect.
Tomorrow we venture to the jungle and I promise my reports will become more interesting and less of a food diary. But seriously, the food is kind of worth documenting.
Friday, January 18, 2008
Bengaluru
We're here! I'm not sure what my internet access will be for the next couple of weeks, but for right now we're at Sarah and Brandon's and I can get online.
Yesterday is the longest I have ever spent on airplanes with a 5 hour flight from Boston to Paris and a 9 hour flight from Paris to Bangalore. I had kind of psyched myself up for it, though, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Especially since the flights weren't even close to full and we had room to spread out.
I highly recommend Air France. For one, they are very nice and won't mock you if you don't understand the simplest questions in French. For two, in-seat TV screens with 12 movies to choose from. Not good movies necessarily, but movies nonetheless. For three, Camembert and mini baguettes with 3 out of 4 meals.
I am a world travel novice and felt a little thrill watching the route map on the TV screens as we passed over Romania, Turkey and Afghanistan and just skirted north of Baghdad. Shortly after we took off from Paris I spent a good half hour staring at the Alps just south of us.
Today we spent the morning laying about. Actually, I thought I had escaped the jetlag thing by staying up during the 9 hour flight (I wasn't really that tired) and getting to bed by 2 AM last night. Pretty good considering that it was 12:30 PM Boston time, right? Then I woke up this morning with a smashing headache and feeling woozy. After a few hours I felt well enough to head out on the town, but I think my body and my brain realized they had missed a day on the way over.
Today we ate great Indian food at one restaurant in a shopping district, and another restaurant just around the corner from their apartment. Our whole dinner cost about 9 dollars. India is probably about the only country left in the world with a decent exchange rate against the dollar. We poked around some shops and looked at curios, bought a couple of presents, tried on some clothes.
Observations thus far:
Yesterday is the longest I have ever spent on airplanes with a 5 hour flight from Boston to Paris and a 9 hour flight from Paris to Bangalore. I had kind of psyched myself up for it, though, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. Especially since the flights weren't even close to full and we had room to spread out.
I highly recommend Air France. For one, they are very nice and won't mock you if you don't understand the simplest questions in French. For two, in-seat TV screens with 12 movies to choose from. Not good movies necessarily, but movies nonetheless. For three, Camembert and mini baguettes with 3 out of 4 meals.
I am a world travel novice and felt a little thrill watching the route map on the TV screens as we passed over Romania, Turkey and Afghanistan and just skirted north of Baghdad. Shortly after we took off from Paris I spent a good half hour staring at the Alps just south of us.
Today we spent the morning laying about. Actually, I thought I had escaped the jetlag thing by staying up during the 9 hour flight (I wasn't really that tired) and getting to bed by 2 AM last night. Pretty good considering that it was 12:30 PM Boston time, right? Then I woke up this morning with a smashing headache and feeling woozy. After a few hours I felt well enough to head out on the town, but I think my body and my brain realized they had missed a day on the way over.
Today we ate great Indian food at one restaurant in a shopping district, and another restaurant just around the corner from their apartment. Our whole dinner cost about 9 dollars. India is probably about the only country left in the world with a decent exchange rate against the dollar. We poked around some shops and looked at curios, bought a couple of presents, tried on some clothes.
Observations thus far:
- Bangalore traffic is INSANE. However, auto rickshaws are pretty awesome. I wouldn't want to ever drive in this city, but I'm okay with being shuttled around. I think I surprised both Jason and Sarah by not being completely freaked out. I figure the drivers know what they're doing. Pretty much. Despite the craziness and one vehicle's proximity to another and the continual cutting off and the constant horn beeping, everyone is remarkably civil about it all. Traffic like that in Boston, or anywhere in the US for that matter, would also include shouting and heated arguments and nasty hand gestures.
- I think Indian fashion needs to be adopted by American women. Seriously, the clothes are beautiful and comfy and would make us all feel like princesses every day. Sarah and I did a little shopping today. She bought herself a salwar kameez in a beautiful teal color. I actually tried on a kameez (the long shirt) in a pale yellow with embroidered white flowers that was lovely, but I just couldn't justify buying it since I knew I probably wouldn't be able to wear it anywhere really. I'm just not cool and funky enough to pull it off. I did buy another, shorter top with beading and embroidery that I will be able to wear with jeans or a skirt. On the way home from the shops I enviously looked at the Indian women on the streets in their beautiful clothing. Anyone want to start this fashion trend with me?
Monday, January 14, 2008
The Family Ward
Jason and I went to a new ward* yesterday. Since we got married he has kept singing every Sunday with the Episcopal church we were married in and then we've moseyed over to catch the end of the singles ward with the Mormons. However, the choir director at the Episcopal church just went on sabbatical and it seemed like it was the time for us to figure out where we were supposed to be going to church.**
Some friends of ours have been going to the ward in Providence so we knew what to expect: not a lot of experience, lots of people drifting in and out depending on their mood, only a few dependable people to fill all of the callings.*** The ward is in a poor area with a lot of new members. Wards like that love long-term members who know what's going on when it comes to church responsibility and hierarchy. And, frankly, in urban wards there's the belief, right or wrong, that the white members (usually transplants from Utah who are there for grad school) know what's going on. It was always kind of odd in the city wards I went to in Chicago to see a largely black or Hispanic congregation with a very white bishopric seated up front. To be fair, usually the locals are very recent converts to the church and really don't know how the organization works, but it's no secret that the Mormon church has race issues.
So we walk in and I see the bishop eying us as soon as we sit down. Immediately after Sacrament Meeting he walks up and introduces himself and then pulls us out of Sunday School for a little meet and greet with him and his counselors.
As Jason said wryly yesterday, "We're now part of the ruling white minority." Lovely.
One of the bishop's counselors and his wife invited us over for dinner last night. We were sort of wondering how it would be, since they seem more mainstream Mormon than us, but we had a lot of fun. She has an MA in Art History and he is working on a PhD in Portuguese and Brazilian Studies so interesting things to talk about. They're interested in the art and theater scene in Providence and even though they're from Utah can say that they would be happy to live in New England after he finishes school. Most Utah transplants here for grad school can't wait to get back.
The ward is so, SO different from what I've been experiencing in Boston and DC for the past few years. I have gotten used to big wards full of highly educated people, most of whom are in the city for advanced degrees or really exciting-sounding jobs. Now I'm in a very small ward with huge variances in education level, income level, etc. I know that we will probably be getting major callings as soon as we get back from India. One of our friends was immediately called to be the Primary president, and still is a couple of years later, through her pregnancy and early motherhood. In bigger wards, women are released from huge callings when they give birth, particularly with the first child. But they didn't have anyone to take over so she stayed put.
Then we have the whole "little wifey" syndrome, which is a completely bizarre experience having been single for 31 years. I kept my last name, but found myself introducing myself as just "Kelly" because I didn't really feel like getting into any of the politics of it all by saying something like, "This is my husband, Jason W., and I'm Kelly M."
I think people assume we've been married for longer than we have and that I am sort of tagging along as Jason does his education thing. The men all turned to Jason, asking him what he was doing in Providence, but then didn't ask me the same question, because, you know, I'm just the wife. Jason, very kindly, deferred to me when the bishop asked us to tell him about ourselves.
I know that Jason regrets not being able to sing every week (although he will still sing with the monthly Evensong choir). But the thing is, how much longer could we keep going to the singles ward? And we live in Providence. Driving up to Cambridge every Sunday and sort of hanging out all day wasn't an ideal situation. However, I did miss the Episcopal service this week. It's so very different from the Mormon service, but also touches a spiritual part of me.
Jason came out of his meeting at the end of church with some really strange stories. The women's lesson was boring, but pretty benign. The lesson was about Joseph Smith's First Vision and the teacher in Elder's Quorum apparently started talking about his own visions. Oooookay. And then he proceeded to talk about how he would never swim in the Nile because there is a fish that will swim up a man's penis****, which didn't really relate to much of anything as far as Jason could see. And this was the teacher. Jason said, "At least it will be entertaining every week."
Entertaining? Yes. Spiritually uplifting? Debatable.
* "Congregation" for non-Mormons
** The Mormons organize congregations by geography
*** OK, I'm about done with the explaining the Mormons thing. Basically, we have no paid clergy so all leadership positions, teachers, etc. are members of the ward who are "called" to perform particular duties.
**** Real fish, although it lives in the Amazon, not the Nile. But I think that is seriously beside the point.
Some friends of ours have been going to the ward in Providence so we knew what to expect: not a lot of experience, lots of people drifting in and out depending on their mood, only a few dependable people to fill all of the callings.*** The ward is in a poor area with a lot of new members. Wards like that love long-term members who know what's going on when it comes to church responsibility and hierarchy. And, frankly, in urban wards there's the belief, right or wrong, that the white members (usually transplants from Utah who are there for grad school) know what's going on. It was always kind of odd in the city wards I went to in Chicago to see a largely black or Hispanic congregation with a very white bishopric seated up front. To be fair, usually the locals are very recent converts to the church and really don't know how the organization works, but it's no secret that the Mormon church has race issues.
So we walk in and I see the bishop eying us as soon as we sit down. Immediately after Sacrament Meeting he walks up and introduces himself and then pulls us out of Sunday School for a little meet and greet with him and his counselors.
As Jason said wryly yesterday, "We're now part of the ruling white minority." Lovely.
One of the bishop's counselors and his wife invited us over for dinner last night. We were sort of wondering how it would be, since they seem more mainstream Mormon than us, but we had a lot of fun. She has an MA in Art History and he is working on a PhD in Portuguese and Brazilian Studies so interesting things to talk about. They're interested in the art and theater scene in Providence and even though they're from Utah can say that they would be happy to live in New England after he finishes school. Most Utah transplants here for grad school can't wait to get back.
The ward is so, SO different from what I've been experiencing in Boston and DC for the past few years. I have gotten used to big wards full of highly educated people, most of whom are in the city for advanced degrees or really exciting-sounding jobs. Now I'm in a very small ward with huge variances in education level, income level, etc. I know that we will probably be getting major callings as soon as we get back from India. One of our friends was immediately called to be the Primary president, and still is a couple of years later, through her pregnancy and early motherhood. In bigger wards, women are released from huge callings when they give birth, particularly with the first child. But they didn't have anyone to take over so she stayed put.
Then we have the whole "little wifey" syndrome, which is a completely bizarre experience having been single for 31 years. I kept my last name, but found myself introducing myself as just "Kelly" because I didn't really feel like getting into any of the politics of it all by saying something like, "This is my husband, Jason W., and I'm Kelly M."
I think people assume we've been married for longer than we have and that I am sort of tagging along as Jason does his education thing. The men all turned to Jason, asking him what he was doing in Providence, but then didn't ask me the same question, because, you know, I'm just the wife. Jason, very kindly, deferred to me when the bishop asked us to tell him about ourselves.
I know that Jason regrets not being able to sing every week (although he will still sing with the monthly Evensong choir). But the thing is, how much longer could we keep going to the singles ward? And we live in Providence. Driving up to Cambridge every Sunday and sort of hanging out all day wasn't an ideal situation. However, I did miss the Episcopal service this week. It's so very different from the Mormon service, but also touches a spiritual part of me.
Jason came out of his meeting at the end of church with some really strange stories. The women's lesson was boring, but pretty benign. The lesson was about Joseph Smith's First Vision and the teacher in Elder's Quorum apparently started talking about his own visions. Oooookay. And then he proceeded to talk about how he would never swim in the Nile because there is a fish that will swim up a man's penis****, which didn't really relate to much of anything as far as Jason could see. And this was the teacher. Jason said, "At least it will be entertaining every week."
Entertaining? Yes. Spiritually uplifting? Debatable.
* "Congregation" for non-Mormons
** The Mormons organize congregations by geography
*** OK, I'm about done with the explaining the Mormons thing. Basically, we have no paid clergy so all leadership positions, teachers, etc. are members of the ward who are "called" to perform particular duties.
**** Real fish, although it lives in the Amazon, not the Nile. But I think that is seriously beside the point.
Friday, January 11, 2008
Traveling
I know I've made a couple of veiled references to it, but just so you know, we're going to India. Jason's brother and sister-in-law (and I guess my brother-in-law and sister-in-law) are living there for a year. When else are we going to know someone who actually lives in India? I'm sure we'll have lots of pictures and stories when we get back. I mean, Jason managaed to take 1100 pictures during our honeymoon in Maine. He's probably going to go hogwild in India.
As an added bonus, we're flying Air France and when Jason made the reservations they said we could take an extended layover in Paris if we wanted to. So we're capping off the trip with three nights in Paris.
Although I've always wanted to travel, I've never really had the means or the opportunity (or known how to make the opportunity for myself) so this is the first time I'm leaving the country, other than jaunts into Mexico* and a trip to the Bahamas a few years ago. I think going to India and Paris is a pretty good start to my whole world traveler plan.** We're leaving next week and I'm so excited!
* Which sort of don't count as international travel since I grew up 45 minutes from the border and heard Spanish almost as much as English growing up.
** I'm already planning a visit to my friend Ryann whose family will be stationed in England for 3 years. Just warning you now, Ryann.
As an added bonus, we're flying Air France and when Jason made the reservations they said we could take an extended layover in Paris if we wanted to. So we're capping off the trip with three nights in Paris.
Although I've always wanted to travel, I've never really had the means or the opportunity (or known how to make the opportunity for myself) so this is the first time I'm leaving the country, other than jaunts into Mexico* and a trip to the Bahamas a few years ago. I think going to India and Paris is a pretty good start to my whole world traveler plan.** We're leaving next week and I'm so excited!
* Which sort of don't count as international travel since I grew up 45 minutes from the border and heard Spanish almost as much as English growing up.
** I'm already planning a visit to my friend Ryann whose family will be stationed in England for 3 years. Just warning you now, Ryann.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Fortune Cookie
This is the fortune I got last night:
Who am I to argue with the fortune cookie?
"Everyone agrees
you are the best"
Who am I to argue with the fortune cookie?
Monday, January 07, 2008
The Scoop
So I got a new job that's actually located in the town I live in. Neat-o.
Basically, a firm I worked for in law school just opened a Providence branch with one attorney. I went in to chat with him about the Providence health law scene, doing the networking thing, blah blah blah. He mentioned that he might be looking for someone associate-level around the beginning of the year, maybe early Spring, so I put that on the back burner of my mind to get in touch with him again around then.
A few days later he emailed and asked me for a writing sample. When I sent it, he said thanks, and he was going out of town for a couple of weeks, but he'd be in touch after the first of the year.
A couple of days after that he called and offered me a job. And flattered my writing. And told me he hoped my commute was awful that night to show me how much I want to be working in Providence.
I got the offer letter on Friday and accepted. It pays more than the firm I currently work for and though it's for 3 days a week to start, my new boss says he sees it rapidly ramping up to something more full time. After I got the letter, I forwarded it to Jason and called him to discuss. He said, "Um, more money with career potential and you get to work in Providence? That sounds like a no-brainer to me." Yes. Yes, it does.
Downside: I have to take the MPRE again in March.
Upside: The passing score is much lower than the Massachusetts score and I passed it for Mass.
Downside (and the reason I'm taking the MPRE): I have to take the Rhode Island Bar. The whole thing. Both days. Including the Multistate, which killed me the first time around.
Upside: Not until July! I'm being all Scarlett O'Hara with my not thinking about it today.
Upside 2: The firm is paying my Bar fees and at least half my Bar prep fees (we're in negotiations for the whole amount). For those not experienced with Bar hell, that's about $2500.
I called my current boss on Friday night and he was actually really happy for me because he knows that A) they weren't in a position to offer me something that would be full time, and B) commuting sucks and it took me 8 hours to get home during that one blizzard. So that's nice. No awkwardness. No resentment for my last 3 days of work there.
I'll start the new job when we get back from India.
Basically, a firm I worked for in law school just opened a Providence branch with one attorney. I went in to chat with him about the Providence health law scene, doing the networking thing, blah blah blah. He mentioned that he might be looking for someone associate-level around the beginning of the year, maybe early Spring, so I put that on the back burner of my mind to get in touch with him again around then.
A few days later he emailed and asked me for a writing sample. When I sent it, he said thanks, and he was going out of town for a couple of weeks, but he'd be in touch after the first of the year.
A couple of days after that he called and offered me a job. And flattered my writing. And told me he hoped my commute was awful that night to show me how much I want to be working in Providence.
I got the offer letter on Friday and accepted. It pays more than the firm I currently work for and though it's for 3 days a week to start, my new boss says he sees it rapidly ramping up to something more full time. After I got the letter, I forwarded it to Jason and called him to discuss. He said, "Um, more money with career potential and you get to work in Providence? That sounds like a no-brainer to me." Yes. Yes, it does.
Downside: I have to take the MPRE again in March.
Upside: The passing score is much lower than the Massachusetts score and I passed it for Mass.
Downside (and the reason I'm taking the MPRE): I have to take the Rhode Island Bar. The whole thing. Both days. Including the Multistate, which killed me the first time around.
Upside: Not until July! I'm being all Scarlett O'Hara with my not thinking about it today.
Upside 2: The firm is paying my Bar fees and at least half my Bar prep fees (we're in negotiations for the whole amount). For those not experienced with Bar hell, that's about $2500.
I called my current boss on Friday night and he was actually really happy for me because he knows that A) they weren't in a position to offer me something that would be full time, and B) commuting sucks and it took me 8 hours to get home during that one blizzard. So that's nice. No awkwardness. No resentment for my last 3 days of work there.
I'll start the new job when we get back from India.
Friday, January 04, 2008
Legal Pop Quiz
I just got a job opportunity that would have me working in Providence for 3 days of the week. You know, Providence. Where I live.
I would have to take the Rhode Island Bar in July.
In addition, I just found out that the Rhode Island Bar requires you to have taken and passed(with a score of 80) the MPRE no more than 2 years before you take the Bar exam. I took the MPRE in the Spring of 2005. I just called Rhode Island and yes, to take the July Bar, I have to take the MPRE in March.
I've basically come to terms with taking the Bar again, but having to take the MPRE too is just putting salt in the wound.
Thoughts?
I would have to take the Rhode Island Bar in July.
In addition, I just found out that the Rhode Island Bar requires you to have taken and passed(with a score of 80) the MPRE no more than 2 years before you take the Bar exam. I took the MPRE in the Spring of 2005. I just called Rhode Island and yes, to take the July Bar, I have to take the MPRE in March.
I've basically come to terms with taking the Bar again, but having to take the MPRE too is just putting salt in the wound.
Thoughts?
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
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