I think the bar exam is the method by which practicing lawyers and professors crush whatever of our pre-law school souls is remaining after 3 years of bluebooks, 4-inch thick federal income tax codes, and that C you got after reading every case all semester and studying over 72 hours for your final exam.
The bar exam is the 500 lb. gorilla in the room that nobody wants to talk about. It's that putrid fart in the room that everyone pretends they don't smell. It's a big hairy wart on the end of someone's nose that you try not to stare at when you look at them.
The worst part is the guilt of not complying with the Barbri study regimen and the fear of actually failing and having to do this all over again.
Here are some of the things that I am not able to enjoy because the bar exam is ruining my life:
- The taste of beer.
- Fishing in POC.
- Being in POC.
- Talking on the phone with my friends.
- The taste of food.
- The sound of birds chirping.
- The stars.
- Working out.
- Being tan from the time I spent not enjoying fishing and being in POC.
- Watching World Cup games.
- Reading for leisure.
- Solid bowel movements.
- Planning trips.