... until Sunday, or Monday, to get my results.
I'm so tired of the whole anticipation/hope/failure/despair experience that I'm just going to put my fingers in my ears and hum loudly until I get the letter in the mail on Monday. Or Tuesday. ("220, 221, whatever it takes.")
I mean, how many times am I going to put my finger in the fire before I learn that it burns?
If that law of nature is going to change, it's going to have to knock on my door and convince me that it's changed before I trust it again.
I've moved on. My life no longer revolves around passing the bar exam. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to take it until I get a passing score. It's just that I have to get on with the business of living, and earning a living, until I do pass it.
I will be a lawyer and I will practice law. I've got too much invested to abandon it now. And it's not just about the money. Every aspect of my life is now pointed down the path of a legal career. The bar exam has simply been reduced in significance to something as procedural as getting a business license or filing a dba.
If I didn't rearrange the stress load, I'd crash.
And I'm not going to crash.
(Disclaimer: I reserve the right to abandon this plan if my wife can't wait!) (;-)>