It's Over...
I'm back from Sacramento after taking the California Bar Exam. It was the most grueling three days of my life, but I think I did well. We'll have to see. The change in my attitude from the previous time I took the Bar was monumental, due to my Bar review mentor's preparation. Last time, my attitude was kind of like: "I spotted an issue. I'm ~so~ clever." This time it was, "HOLY SHIT HOW AM I GOING TO WRITE ABOUT ALL OF THIS STUFF IN ONE HOUR?!"
If you or your friends are planning to take a Bar exam in any jurisdiction, I strongly encourage you to contact Jackson Mumey at http://www.celebrationbarreview.com.
The exam was at the Sacramento Doubletree Inn, in the ballroom, which has elegant carpet and crystal chandeliers. The previous time, I took it at the San Mateo Convention Center, which was bare concrete inside and unheated. People can and do argue Nature or Nurture, but I'd be one of the first to say that environment counts.
My room looked out over a garden with a little stream. I was out on the balcony one night, staring at the stars, and heard a noise in the vines down on the ground. I looked down. A pair of mallards had staked it out for the night. The next day, they were in the swimming pool. They hopped out like they owned the place and headed for the hot tub. (If they had gotten in the hot tub, I *would* have found someone with a camera, so I could share.) Then they hopped back in the pool, instead, and started taking baths and bobbing around, enjoying themselves. (Please ~do not~ post comments making Bathtub Duckie jokes.)
There were ducks in the parking lot. Ducks in the garden. Ducks landing like fighter jets in the tiny stream. Hearing ducks quacking is a very soothing thing.
In the pool, there's a rope marking off the deep end, with three floats bunched together on it. One night, one of the mallard males went to sleep in the lighted swimming pool, right at the end of the floats. With his head tucked under his wing, he just looked like a bigger float. "Endearingly surreal" does not capture the atmosphere.
Anyway, it's great to be back home watching silly subtitled Japanese samurai movies and Korean soap operas. And eating decent sushi.
If you or your friends are planning to take a Bar exam in any jurisdiction, I strongly encourage you to contact Jackson Mumey at http://www.celebrationbarreview.com.
The exam was at the Sacramento Doubletree Inn, in the ballroom, which has elegant carpet and crystal chandeliers. The previous time, I took it at the San Mateo Convention Center, which was bare concrete inside and unheated. People can and do argue Nature or Nurture, but I'd be one of the first to say that environment counts.
My room looked out over a garden with a little stream. I was out on the balcony one night, staring at the stars, and heard a noise in the vines down on the ground. I looked down. A pair of mallards had staked it out for the night. The next day, they were in the swimming pool. They hopped out like they owned the place and headed for the hot tub. (If they had gotten in the hot tub, I *would* have found someone with a camera, so I could share.) Then they hopped back in the pool, instead, and started taking baths and bobbing around, enjoying themselves. (Please ~do not~ post comments making Bathtub Duckie jokes.)
There were ducks in the parking lot. Ducks in the garden. Ducks landing like fighter jets in the tiny stream. Hearing ducks quacking is a very soothing thing.
In the pool, there's a rope marking off the deep end, with three floats bunched together on it. One night, one of the mallard males went to sleep in the lighted swimming pool, right at the end of the floats. With his head tucked under his wing, he just looked like a bigger float. "Endearingly surreal" does not capture the atmosphere.
Anyway, it's great to be back home watching silly subtitled Japanese samurai movies and Korean soap operas. And eating decent sushi.
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