I Survived!

Dear Big Wide World,

I am a bar exam survivor!

Since I lasted posted in May, I have spent nearly every waking moment this summer studying/thinking about the bar and many sleepless nights worrying/panicking/freaking out about the bar.

The bar is undoubtedly one of the nine circles of Hell. In this particular circle, sinners are forced to wake up early each day to an overpowering feeling of painful dread, as if tiny ninja butterflies wielding miniature swords were carving up the inside of one's stomach.

This dread lessens later in the day, but is replaced by the discomfort caused by the evils proctors. Evil proctors force sinners to sit for hours at a time in uncomfortable chairs in cavernous rooms under florescent lights writing and writing as fast as they can without sustenance of any kind. These proctors like nothing better than to walk by your chair the moment you become interested in your writing, and distract you by examining your ID, admission card, earplugs wrapper, or an imaginary piece of lint on the table. Don't bother giving them the evil eye: the moment you look up, they walk past as if nothing had happened.

Although Hell generously provides a lunch break, this time is merely a tease, as the majority of the break is spent trying to squeeze the hungry and thirsty crowd out of the cavernous room through one small door.

This never-ending cycle repeats Tuesday morning, Tuesday afternoon, Wednesday morning, Wednesday afternoon, Thursday morning, and Thursday afternoon. Although Thursday evening brings a welcome feeling of exhilaration to the sinners, the evil proctors get the last word, as they remind us with a gleeful smile, "Don't forget to check your results in November to see if you failed!"


P.S. I think I passed.