One year ago today, I ended three tortuous months of studying and began three tortuous days of bar exam-taking. It was the most intense and frightening and unpleasant thing I have ever done. Luckily, I passed both exams (NY and MA) on the first try, and I never have to take a bar exam for the first time ever again. If I take another bar exam, and I probably will, I will only have to take part of the exam and it will be far easier and less frightening. (Except for California, and that's not going to happen.)
So today I am actively celebrating the fact that I don't have to spend the day hunched over a rickety card table in Albany or Boston, frantically disgorging every bit of law that had been crammed into my head, while sleep-deprived, over-caffeinated, and nauseous from fear and hunger (being too nervous to eat breakfast).
I have been ridiculously blessed and I try to take time to appreciate this every single day. Today, I will remember to count my post-bar exam freedom among those blessings.
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