Just a quick post-bar update: I’m back in Billings so yesterday I mowed the lawn, dug up our “pond,” (don’t ask), watered the lawn, and cooked out on our new grill. L’s brother (who just finished the bar himself) just arrived so we’re heading off for a weekend in the mountains. It’s supposed to include “whitewater rafting” and a lot of great scenery and fresh air (so long as we stay away from all the fires), so it should be fun. Oh, and I’m not taking a single book with me. Take that, BarBri!

p.s.: I cannot believe that Floyd Landis was doping. I refuse to believe it. I’m serious. He’s a professional monster athlete and his testosterone just totally shot up abnormally under the stress and anger and determination of the biggest stage of his life. That’s how I explain those test results, anyway. He better be exonerated, is all I’m saying. I’m really counting on it. [tags]tour de france[/tags]

“Why did I even study? I learned how to play eeny-meeny-miney-mo in kindergarten.” ââ�¡â��

“MBE though? That was evil. I hate how stupid that part of the test makes me feel. I can read the question 5 times and still am like, well it could be B or it could be D.” ââ�¡â��

“What actually happened yesterday is beyond by comprehension. Neither the morning nor afternoon session was easy. The afternoon sucked more b/c it was longer but I knew equally nothing for either section.” ââ�¡â��

It’s over. After the MBE today I raced to the restroom along with lots of other people and one of my comrades at the pissoir said something like “I feel like that Grateful Dead song, ‘Comfortably Numb…’”

That’s about it.¹ Those quoted in the sidebar at right pretty much sum up my feeling about the MBE. It blew. It was hard. I have no clue how I did.

So it’s over. Scores are out September 18. Until then, I will talk about other things. I hope.

Congratulations to all who have just completed their bar exam. And if you still have a day left, may your last day go better for you than mine did for me!!!

1. Although the Dar Williams versionââ�¬â��which I learned about from my sisterââ�¬â��is also highly recommended.↩

“Don’t know whether I passed or failed, but there’s nothing I can do about it now. The MBE was hard. Whatever.” ââ�¡â��

“There were many (many many) where I really had no clue as between two possible choices and just had to pick one.” ââ�¡â��

“I tried to cut a deal with God today: I won’t move to another jurisdiction that I can’t waive into if I can just pass the first time. Please.”" ââ�¡â��

“Achieve uniform mediocrity and occasional excellence and you’ll pass the bar examination.” ââ�¡â��

I’m taking the bar exam so I can do the job I really want to do. The job I really want to do asked me to go to training a couple of weeks ago. To attend training, I had to miss a lecture on a subject called “secured transactions”ââ�¬â��something I knew absolutely zero about. But I went to training and tried to study that secured transactions thing on my own. Yesterday I got an MEE question about secured transactions and had no clue. If I got one point it will be a miracle.

Is there some irony in there somewhere?

Running self-score: 33-51/65. Obviously there’s quite a range there, and I’m totally just guessing, but if I’m in the ballpark and I do as well on the MBE as I did in practice, I just might make it. I wish you all happy bubbling….