The after-math

Ahhhh, its done.

Finally.

Y'all I have taken this test THREE TIMES.

That is bananas.

BC went down to Tampa with me on Sunday.

I really hate that place with every fiber of my being don't mind the trip.

**Let me interrupt right now and say I am watching Sweet Home Alabama on CMT. This show is SO DUMB**

Anyway, we stopped at our traditional Cracker Barrel for dinner, where the same woman with the ridiculous extreme comb-over rang up our bill. (I HATE THAT I HAVE BAR EXAM TRADITIONS)

We crashed at the hotel and hung out all day on Monday. I went through Florida Civil Procedure that day, one of my weakest subjects, and figured it'd probably help to have all that fresh on my brain.

Tuesday sucked. Florida testing all day. Essays in the morning, MC in the afternoon. The essays were contracts-ish, family law, and property-ish. Of course, on this side of it all I can think is OMG I TOTALLY FORGOT TO SAY ANYTHING I CAN'T BELIEVE I FORGOT XYZ I'M SUCH A TOTAL RETARD I'M GOING TO FAIL AGAIN. That afternoon was multiple choice, which was FL evidence, Fl civ&crim pro, and wills. WE GOT WILLS. I almost peed myself. The last two administrations it had been the first two plus partnerships and corporations. So I was way excited to see wills WITHOUT trusts.

That night, I got back and completely crashed. We went to the Whole Foods (LOOOOOVE) and got pizza and gelato. Another tradition. (DON'T WANT ANY MORE BAR EXAM TRADITIONS. SEND HALP.)

Once we got back to the hotel from dinner-ish, I started feeling like I had a sore throat.....and it only got worse from there.

I woke up Wednesday morning, and felt HORRIBLE. I woke BC up and told him I need cough drops STAT. He went and bought me some $400 Halls from the hotel mini-store (tiny over-estimate) and I got ready to leave.

Needless to say, I wasn't really jazzed about taking the MBE portion with a horrible sore throat. I was popping Halls like they were going out of style. I'm just hoping I didn't get too distracted during all that from being sick. We'll see.

I said this on Twitter, but y'all the worst part about taking the bar exam in Florida is that you have to take the bar exam with people who want to be attorneys in Florida. I can't handle the doucheyness. It makes me want to go on a face punching rampage. These people don't have fear. They have exhausting amount of snobbery and smugness. Its infuriating.

I knew some people who were taking this administration. One guy I interned with a couple summers ago and two girls from undergrad. One of the girls, let me make up a name here....hmmm....I'll call her...Schmether.

Schmether went to undergrad with me and was in one of the sororities when I rushed (I didn't rush immediately upon entering school, but we were in the same year in school). She was in one of the sororities that pref'd me all the way up until the end, like hardcore "we want you, you will be here, etc., etc." (which I HATE) and so I got all attached but didn't get a bid. Which is whatever, I loved the sorority I joined and made some great friends. So it all worked out, like they say it always does. But it always bothered me a bit that they did that. I found out later that certain group did that to a lot of girls, which just sucks. Don't do that, you know?

So, anyway, I randomly saw Schmether, which I didn't expect to do in a crowd of 4,000 people, but she was talking to people so I just stood nearby. I happened to be wearing a bid day shirt, not on purpose, it just happened to be on top when I was grabbing t-shirts when packing. It was hot pink. I was kinda hard to miss.

I could hear them talking, Schmether was essentially yelling about something related to how hard she studied and how awesome she is, and then all of a sudden she stops so I kind-of turn my head and see all of them out of the corner of my eye staring at me. So I keep turning around and say "oh HEY HOW ARE YOU!" In my super-excited-and-totally-fake-but-you-can't-tell-its-fake way, as is required of me as a Southerner. She looks at me and gives me this horrifically fake smile and says "oh hey. I'm fine." There was a further sentence exchanged about something about us almost being done and then she stopped talking and just stared at me. I took that as my cue to turn around and mind my own business.

People, don't be like that. Don't be a hateful B. I don't care who you are, where you went to school, whether you went Greek or not, what sport you played, who your family is, what law school you went to, what color your hair is (unless it is really gross and needs to be washed or something), just DON'T BE LIKE THAT. It always comes back tenfold. You can't treat people that way. You'll get smacked down in some fashion, I promise.

I ended up randomly finding the other girl I went to undergrad with and we chatted some Wednesday morning. I had hoped to keep conversation confined to the weather and how many disgusting TOMS shoes I saw everywhere, but alas, she kept keeping the conversation going back to how many activities she was involved in during law school and how many job opportunities she has had and how awesome her federal judicial clerkship was.

Why can't we just talk about the weather and disgusting TOMS shoes? ...sigh...