Law School is over so you'd think I'd be lounging by a pool somewhere sipping (non alcoholic) frozen daiquiris (what with the heat and all) and reading fabulous novels (of the Lahiri and Zadie Smith variety) in between shopping sprees at outlet malls and buying purses, lots and lots of purses. You'd think.
In reality, that has not been the case. Far from it actually. Nope, instead of a pool, my home has been a library. Instead of (halal) frozen daiquiris, its diet coke from a vending machine or Starbucks you pinch your nose and gulp down. No fabulous novels being read here- instead, its BarBri Outlines and PMBR sample exams. And the shopping sprees for fabulous purses? Not happening, not even close.
The little bumble bee that stings you with a shot of self pity is when friends run into you and say cheerfully, oh you're done! How does it feel to relax? All this time off before work! As these words sprout innocently from their lips I can't help but long for the frozen (halal) daiquiris that should rightfully be mine and bemoan the immense unfairness that I must revisit concepts I tried so hard to put out of my mind such as the difference between fee simple subject to condition subsequent and fee simple determinable.... I mean, who cares, right? I can't blame my friends for assuming I'm done, its a cruel twist that after three of the most difficult study filled years of my life, I graduate and spend the ensuing months: studying.
And then of course, logic kicks in amidst the self pity and you remember: There's only 6 more weeks of studying left followed by the pure unadulterated panic filled fear as you realize, you only have 6 weeks more weeks of studying left!!! But instead of the logical response of grabbing the closest book you can find and proceeding to memorize its contents, you end up sitting amidst the clutter wondering how on earth you'll learn over ten different subjects some you never took in law school and master them in 6 weeks! And as you fill with such fear, you throw your hands in the air, and do what any other person with a bar exam in six weeks does, you blog. Sigh.
Instead of studying, what about just going to the Bahamas and catching some rays? Maybe you'll flunk, but you might have flunked anyway; that's my point- Jack Handy