That is the extent of my life, of late.
It looks as though my Bar review course was not acting as a reasonably prudent person while playing with dynamite, and has exploded itself all over my house and the interior of my car.
I could also claim that the Bar review course is trespassing upon my property (I can't find the kitchen counter, or dining room table), and trespassing upon my chattels to an extend that it's depriving me of use (my front passenger seat thinks there's a person not wearing their seat belt due to the weight of books and papers).
I could go on, but I won't.
To those of you who speak legalese, imagine how scary it is inside my brain right now.
For those of you who don't, imagine how boring it is to have a conversation with me. But first, you'd have to see me in public, which is highly unlikely in that I'm eating, sleeping, and breathing a law book.
I haven't been spent enough time with my boys since December first, and my longest conversations with Tony are on the phone during lunch breaks. I haven't seen my friends in ages and I'm scrambling a bit to put together a nice family party for Collin's 3rd and Ethan's 1st birthdays. Regardless of all the inspirational " it will all be worth it" and "it will be over soon"; this has been the longest short period of my life. Worse than counting down the days to the end of a pregnancy, counting the remaining days to the Bar Exam. There's only 11, BTW.
I can't wait for this to be over. And so help me if I fail, do a "walk of shame" at graduation a few weeks later, and have to take this sucker again in July.
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