I'm up to it in Equity, Contracts, and Real Property. At this point, I'm going to be lucky to get through the rest of my outlines and do a few more practice problems, let alone staying on my PACED Program. My diet of coffee, nicotine, and toaster struedels is eating through my stomach lining. And I'm neurotic. I'm absolutely terrified that I will fail this exam. But, I don't really have the heart/time/brain power to write a proper post. So, I will take an actual AIM conversation (yes, some people still have those) between myself and the Amazing Amie Kus Curie, Esq., in the hopes that it will bring peace of mind to some of my fellow bar-takers (Amie, incidentally, is boarding me for my bar exam sojourn. She should be canonized as a saint. She knows what I'm like under normal stress and is still willing to let me into her home under bar exam stress and is buying me toaster struedels on top of it.). So, with proper credit to Ms. Curie, I present, a pep talk:
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Lola: I am so in the weeds as far as bar review
Amie: psht. you are not
Lola: I'm behind. Not sleeping and being doped up on pain meds has not been helpful
Amie: psht. do you need a pep talk? because I can totally give one
you're lola fucking lawless.
you are not behind.
barbri is full of shit.
their schedule is a damn joke.
it is only mid-june.
you're smarter than most of the people taking the bar.
multiple choice? bitch, please. just practice them over and over and over and you'll be fine.
and the multi-state practice thingy or whatever the fuck it is - EASIEST THING IN THE WORLD. worth twice as much as an essay. just follow the rules. I literally didn't practice any of them, and thought it was so easy.
and, because it bears repeating, you're lola fucking lawless.
you don't drop the ball.
Lola: except when it's an actual ball. I'm terrible at sports
Amie: you have crazy hair and carry lots of books and make yourself sick and power through it and fucking turn around after the most devastating breakup ever to get published and graduate summa and utterly destroy the competition.
shut up. I'm talking. you're listening.
and you do it all while having fun and making friends and slaying men.
so to sum up: you're lola fucking lawless. it's early. you're not behind.
your crazy mind might make you THINK you're behind, but your behind is other people's keeping up or being ahead.
Lola: you give awesome pep talks
Amie: your behind is getting the second best grade in a class.
your behind is graduating summa cum laude.
your behind makes men drool.
(see what I did there?)
Lola: I did. it was awesome. a triumph of word play.
Amie: thanks.
so- shut up. you're not behind. you're lola fucking lawless. you will work hard, you will hate it, you will take the test, you will hate it, you will wait, you will hate it, and you will pass, whereupon you will stop hating it.
Lola: sounds do-able. Now I am pumped to destroy practice essays
Amie: marvelous. do it rockapella.
Lola: And now I have the Carmen Sandiego theme song stuck in my head. Which is even more awesome.
very motivating. I shall look it up on Youtube.
this is so awesome
ahhhhh, how can you not want to be smarter when you think about the awesomeness of Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego?
Amie: it's true.
Lola: did you ever play the Where in the World is Carmen Sandiego computer game?
Amie: OF COURSE I DID. second only to the oregon trail!
Lola: YES! I have the overwhelming desire to play all of those games now. Who cares about my crim law drill?
Amie: damnit woman! you're lola fucking lawless.
Lola: that's right. I will find a way to do both.
So, get out there, fellow bar-takers, and let's kick some ass!
