Screaming Bean |
Monday, July 28, 2008
I'm sure many of the people are already in transit, holed up in hotels across this great country counting the hours to the beginning of the end. And so it begins, this bi-yearly ritual of lawyer hazing known as the Bar Exam. I've had more than my fair share of experiences with the event, and know that there's nothing that can be done now. Pack your quiet snacks, your earplugs, your highlighters, pens, and pencils in your Ziploc bag. Sleep well. You know what needs to be done, and gosh darn it, it can be done. I'm living proof. See you on the other side. Labels: Bar
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