Day Two
All of Day Two consists of multistate (multiple choice) questions. Others may attempt the multistates without a hangover, but they are foolish souls. You need the hangover to make yourself doubt yourself and slow down and read each word very carefully. I have a really great moment at discovering the extent of the Bar Examiners' sense of humor-- In one of the questions, the two protagonists are a husband and wife named Oscar and Betty. Hunter Thompson's attorney in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas was based upon a close friend, noted L.A. Chicano activist attorney Oscar Acosta, whose wife's name was Betty. Oscar wrote two terrific autobiographical novels, Autobiography of a Brown Buffalo and The Revolt of the Cockroach People. Many moments get consumed in trying to visualize the person who wrote this question: Aging Chicano attorney? Young zealous Public Defender with a zest for social history or literature? Sour cynic trying to make people lose time on the exam by being amused by this question?
Even so, I'm a pretty fast reader, so I finish a bit early. Having received a yellow note from one of the proctors which tells me that I need to report to the Admin Room to have my fingerprints re-taken, I head there. It's a large room, and boxes and boxes of thousands of essays are sitting on tables. The boxes are numbered by applicant number.
I sit down and have my fingerprints re-taken by some nice people. But I keep thinking, "If I tasered everybody, I could re-do that Constitutional Law question I fucked up!!" But by this time, these people know who I am from my fingerprint sheet, so I'd have to kill everybody in the room, and I'm not up for heavy bloodshed. Besides, I like these people. They're mostly senior citizens, they do a good job, and fortunately in California they get paid to be proctors. In Hawaii, the exam is proctored by volunteers . When I worked in the Judiciary volunteer office, even one highly civic-minded gentleman once stated, with a certain amount of force: "FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T SIGN ME UP TO DO THE BAR EXAM! IT'S ABOUT AS EXCITING AS WATCHING GRASS GROW!"
Even so, I'm a pretty fast reader, so I finish a bit early. Having received a yellow note from one of the proctors which tells me that I need to report to the Admin Room to have my fingerprints re-taken, I head there. It's a large room, and boxes and boxes of thousands of essays are sitting on tables. The boxes are numbered by applicant number.
I sit down and have my fingerprints re-taken by some nice people. But I keep thinking, "If I tasered everybody, I could re-do that Constitutional Law question I fucked up!!" But by this time, these people know who I am from my fingerprint sheet, so I'd have to kill everybody in the room, and I'm not up for heavy bloodshed. Besides, I like these people. They're mostly senior citizens, they do a good job, and fortunately in California they get paid to be proctors. In Hawaii, the exam is proctored by volunteers . When I worked in the Judiciary volunteer office, even one highly civic-minded gentleman once stated, with a certain amount of force: "FOR GOD'S SAKE DON'T SIGN ME UP TO DO THE BAR EXAM! IT'S ABOUT AS EXCITING AS WATCHING GRASS GROW!"
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