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Word is I passed the bar today. So I don't lose my job and I'll don't ever have to take it again if I don't feel like it. hip! hip!
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it's true

(cue "Eye of the Tiger")

I'm going to win this exam, just see if I don't. I'll one-third win it tomorrow, and two-thirds win it on Wednesday. I'm going to win the big blue ribbon and the shiny brass trophy. I'm going to WIN.



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all i got

I wouldn't sit on that stool on the far right. It looks a little unstable.

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I'll have to learn and that's the hardest way, ooh la la.

This song has been in my head for the last few weeks, my bar study theme song:

The Faces' Ooh La La (from the Rushmore soundtrack)

Poor old Granddad
I laughed at all his words
I thought he was a bitter man
He spoke of women's ways

"They'll trap you, then they use you
Before you even know
For love is blind and you're far too kind
Don't ever let it show"

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.

The Can Can's such a pretty show
They'll steal your heart away
But backstage, back on earth again
The dressing rooms are grey

They come on strong and it ain't too long
Before they make you feel a man
But love is blind and you soon will find
You're just a boy again

When you want her lips, you get a cheek
Makes you wonder where you are
If you want some more and she's fast asleep
Then she's twinkling with the stars.

"Poor young grandson, there's nothing I can say
You'll have to learn, just like me
And that's the hardest way
Ooh la la"

I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was younger.
I wish that I knew what I know now
When I was stronger.

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you too could pass the bar

Even you non-j.d.s, even junior high school kids could pass if all the questions were like the following slice of ridiculousness on my practice exam. Just to make it clear just how stupid and annoying this question is, I have highlighted the only pieces of information necessary to answer it.

Question 185 (also known as How to Draw a Rectangle)

Venn entered into a written contract with Purch for the sale of Scrubacre [that's how they name parcels of land, but you don't even have to know that to answer this question], a large tract of land in a sparsely populated area of the state. The contract set forth an accurate metes and bounds [I've never heard the term metes and bounds before, but that doesn't matter either] description of the land based on a survey that Venn had undertaken before putting the property up for sale. At closing, Purch discovered that the deed was incorrectly transcribed and did not agree with the description of the land in the contract. Purch refused to proceed with the closing and brought an action to reform the deed to make it conform to the intention of the parties. The deed described the property to be conveyed as follows:

I. From the southwest corner of Section 25 of Township 2 North, Range 6 West, Cimmaron Base and Meridian, proceed South 45 degrees East 200 feet to the South Basin Irrigation Canal;
II. From that point, proceed South 45 degrees West 100 feet along the Scrub Basin Irrigation Canal to its intersecion with State Highway 11;
III. From that point, proceed North 45 degrees West 200 feet along State Highway 11;
IV. From that point proceed South 45 degrees East 100 feet to the starting point.

Which of the following corrections should be made for the deed to properly describe Scrubacre?

A: Direction I. should be changed to "South 45 degrees East 100 feet."
B: Direction III. should be changed to "North 45 degrees West 100 feet."
C: Direction III. should be changed to "North 45 degrees East 200 feet."
D: Direction IV. should be changed to "North 45 degrees East 100 feet."


criminy.

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when I grow too old to dream

Alas, one of the most beautiful Junes I have ever seen is slipping away while I listen to cheesy law professors lecture on the most boring crap imaginable. This morning the clouds were lined up in, um, lines. I've never seen anything like it. And the trees that smell like honey are blooming, and so are the gigantic fuchia rosebushes. The western horizon was still bluegreen when I went to sleep last night at 10:30. I'm on the western edge of the time zone, so it stays light forever. (I go to work at the ridiculous hour of 8, which has required some change in sleeping patterns--this morning I actually woke up right at 6:30, anticipating the alarm. it is what it is.) I could probably bitch about studying for the bar exam for at least a few more paragraphs, but it, too, is what it is. Another 37 days and I'll be done, at least till I find out I've passed (every available piece of wood, duly knocked on). Until then, this blog might be rather bland, I'm afraid. I wish there were some good thai peanut sauce around, spice things up.

oh yeah. today's got some good feng shui--it's Doc Yung's birthday and the Rubensteins' anniversaire. I think I'll raise a glass to the three of them right now, and make some flashcards.

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