Panic; Please remind me why am I doing this to myself again?
Today is another day studying for the NY Bar Exam. The fucking NY Bar Exam. I cannot stop shaking while writing this infamous words, but I have to for my mental sake.
I remember that when I was studying for my Chilean Bar, I read about this Twelve Stages of the Via Crucis that every law student has to pass to become an attorney because yes, Americans, torturing your law students is a ius cogens rule, international law principle recognized all over the globe, and not just a way to justify the ridiculous attorney's fees that you charge for legal services. I remember telling myself that I should have done the same, to write a blog, but I also remember saying, "I will never pass through this again." So, I forgot about it, until today. And, here we are again.
Different day, same routine. I have begun to recognize a few common patterns - oh boy, I wish I would be as good in my outlines-. In fact, I have written a list of daily goals or "bar applicant bingo" that I almost got completed only today:
(1) A colleague asked me when I was taking the Bar Exam again;
(2) I panicked checking my email thinking that my bar application got cancelled because of [insert some dumb reason such like failing to provide my parents' phone bills from April 1997 to May 1999 or missing the deadline to choose whether I would prefer chicken or vegetarian for my NY Bar Lunch Break];
(3) I regretted after becoming upset about something meaningless;
(4) I made a drama about some house chore that I should have taken care a week ago;
(5) I bought that unnecessary comfort food that I definitely didn't need, but I rightfully feel entitled to -I hate you! stupid pumpkin cheese cake, I'm sick of you!- ;
(6) I wrote down a new awful "Post Passing the Bar Resolution."
Anyway, I have to stop here, but I feel I can keep going on and on (but this can be material for another entry in the future).
So, here I am, my dear NY Bar, my dearest, my agony, my dream keeper. It's 9 p.m., and you keep beating my face against the wall knowing that I had this bad headache through all my day at my office (because of course, I had to keep working while studying. What a great idea).
Oh yes, I was supposed to finish these notes about Partnerships and LLCs like an hour ago. I can talk you about that too, but if you have read upon here, I cannot betray your attention by talking about the elements of apparent authority that a third party has to show against a partner. This recalls me when I was a third year law school student in Chile attending a lecture about tax law. I don't actually remember anything about that course because I barely passed it, but I do remember this class. Late, in the afternoon, everyone is tired. I don't remember what we were talking about, let's suppose that it was some kind of tax to astronaut's inheritance, when the professor stopped the lecture and said: my dear students, life is short and there are no many times when people are so lucky as me to enjoy the attention of a full class of students -honoring the truth, we were not particularly responsible, attendance was obligatory in that course.- So, I will not waste your attention by teaching a boring subject like tax law ... let's talk about the theory and practice of exorcism.
I don't remember most of my lectures in law school, but as I mentioned, I do remember the next forty minutes of that class. I remember this professor making distinctions between devil possession of human and object. Probably, some of us keep some recording of that day, because it was outstanding.
May let this blog be my own exorcism during this awful period of my life or at the very least, your enjoyment as my fellow classmates and I had many years ago during that lecture.
I remember that when I was studying for my Chilean Bar, I read about this Twelve Stages of the Via Crucis that every law student has to pass to become an attorney because yes, Americans, torturing your law students is a ius cogens rule, international law principle recognized all over the globe, and not just a way to justify the ridiculous attorney's fees that you charge for legal services. I remember telling myself that I should have done the same, to write a blog, but I also remember saying, "I will never pass through this again." So, I forgot about it, until today. And, here we are again.
Different day, same routine. I have begun to recognize a few common patterns - oh boy, I wish I would be as good in my outlines-. In fact, I have written a list of daily goals or "bar applicant bingo" that I almost got completed only today:
(1) A colleague asked me when I was taking the Bar Exam again;
(2) I panicked checking my email thinking that my bar application got cancelled because of [insert some dumb reason such like failing to provide my parents' phone bills from April 1997 to May 1999 or missing the deadline to choose whether I would prefer chicken or vegetarian for my NY Bar Lunch Break];
(3) I regretted after becoming upset about something meaningless;
(4) I made a drama about some house chore that I should have taken care a week ago;
(5) I bought that unnecessary comfort food that I definitely didn't need, but I rightfully feel entitled to -I hate you! stupid pumpkin cheese cake, I'm sick of you!- ;
(6) I wrote down a new awful "Post Passing the Bar Resolution."
Anyway, I have to stop here, but I feel I can keep going on and on (but this can be material for another entry in the future).
So, here I am, my dear NY Bar, my dearest, my agony, my dream keeper. It's 9 p.m., and you keep beating my face against the wall knowing that I had this bad headache through all my day at my office (because of course, I had to keep working while studying. What a great idea).
Oh yes, I was supposed to finish these notes about Partnerships and LLCs like an hour ago. I can talk you about that too, but if you have read upon here, I cannot betray your attention by talking about the elements of apparent authority that a third party has to show against a partner. This recalls me when I was a third year law school student in Chile attending a lecture about tax law. I don't actually remember anything about that course because I barely passed it, but I do remember this class. Late, in the afternoon, everyone is tired. I don't remember what we were talking about, let's suppose that it was some kind of tax to astronaut's inheritance, when the professor stopped the lecture and said: my dear students, life is short and there are no many times when people are so lucky as me to enjoy the attention of a full class of students -honoring the truth, we were not particularly responsible, attendance was obligatory in that course.- So, I will not waste your attention by teaching a boring subject like tax law ... let's talk about the theory and practice of exorcism.
I don't remember most of my lectures in law school, but as I mentioned, I do remember the next forty minutes of that class. I remember this professor making distinctions between devil possession of human and object. Probably, some of us keep some recording of that day, because it was outstanding.
May let this blog be my own exorcism during this awful period of my life or at the very least, your enjoyment as my fellow classmates and I had many years ago during that lecture.
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