About Me

name: Beanie
age: 35
email: bbbeans@yahoo.com


AT THE MOMENT

Book: New York by Edward Rutherfurd

Music: 1999 by Prince

Mood: The current mood of bbbeans@yahoo.com at www.imood.com

LAWYERS

Teahouse Blossom
CrimLaw
SilentService
May It Please The Court
Blonde Justice
Ernie The Attorney
f/k/a
Lessig Blog
Evan Schaeffer's Legal Underground
Jeremy's Weblog
Begging The Question
The Neutral Zone Trap
the imbroglio
Biting Tongue
Peanut Butter Burrito
Legal Quandary
In It But Not Of It
WonL
A New Duck
Just Playin'
Res Ipsa Eloquent
How Appealing
Scoplaw
Lag Liv
Law v. Life
IPTAblog
Lowering the Bar
Bag and Baggage
The Uncivil Litigator
Will Work For Favorable Dicta
Transmogriflaw

ON THE WAY

Divine Angst
Frequent Citations
Magic Cookie
Knocked Up (and in Law School)
Butterflyfish
Mommy on the Floor
PT-LawMom
Thanks, But No Thanks
Law Ingenue
No. 634
think like a woman. act like a man.

I READ THESE TOO

the underwear drawer
Do Not Overmix
Little Lost Robot
PostSecret
Overheard in the Office
JD2B

OTHER LINKS

Jurist
Truth Laid Bear
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Screaming Bean
Monday, November 13, 2006

A friend of mine at work told me the news Friday. NY puts their Bar lists up on Tuesday at 9:00 a.m. I would have been happier not knowing, but what was done was done. I've been through this before. I can't control my destiny, it was decided when I finished the exam in July. There are things in my life right now that make it so I really truly hope...deep in my heart, that this time I did pass. Time is running out for someone very near and dear to me who has been patiently waiting for me to become a lawyer. May would probably be too far away to wait. I'm probably more emotional about it this time. I have been able to sleep at night, but driving into work with my thoughts makes me nauseous to the point of nearly pulling over. So tomorrow, the posting will appear, and when I arrive at work, I'll sit quietly at my desk, my heart in my throat, tears streaming down my face and hope against hope that this time it worked. Hang tight people.