Friday, May 25, 2007
Drip, drip, drip
Agony
What else can I say...
Although I may post later this afternoon, I just want to take this opportunity to thank my fellow bloggers for sharing their experiences moving through this mess. The total lack of information out there for those who find themselves having to repeat the bar is stunning. Until blogs, there was nothing that cataloged with any degree of depth just how isolating and emotionally devastating failing the bar can be. To be able to read how other people were dealing with this never failed to help keep things in perspective. Finally, a big thank you is in order to the readers who managed to stumble onto this blog and for everyone who took the time to write comments and emails over the last couple of months.
At this point all I can say is that I’m wishing everyone in the California bar exam blogosphere - readers and bloggers alike - nothing but the best of luck tonight!
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Hoping for the best, preparing for the worst
Studied Ignorance posted earlier on the issue of checking results alone or with others. Personally, I’m going to go with a plan similar to hers, with a few minor variations.
For the first time in months, I re-read my posts written immediately after failing and was instantly reminded of just how miserable that evening was. Although I did prepare for potentially bad news by getting fall down drunk, this did little other then somewhat mute the general shittiness of the evening. But as bad as the evening was, I think it would have been much worse had I elected to check results with a group.
I have a friend who got together with his study group to have drinks and check results together. Unfortunately for both him and the group, he was the one present who failed. Needless to say, it turned out to be a pretty shitty evening for him even though the group did everything they could to console him, and keep their celebrations to a minimum.
Tonight, I’m going to pack my survival kit for tomorrow, largely consisting of hotel size bottles of scotch, a pack of smokes, a bottle of Tylenol, and an energy bar. I’m guessing that my tolerance for the real world (i.e., work) will be exhausted by lunchtime, at which point I’m going to develop a sudden case of stomach flue, and then proceed to the nearest outdoor bar where I’ll pretend to read a book, chain smoke, and hope that the afternoon passes somewhat quickly.
I've been dreading the momentary pause that comes after hitting the submit button but before the the results page appears for far longer then I'd care to think about. Whether I pass or fail, I'll call my parents, and then send a text message to the few people I know who also took the exam. Either way, I'm guessing that I'll have the mother of all hangovers on Saturday.
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Wearing thin
Damn straight about it being a crapshoot. That's my standard response for all the a-holes who ask "How do you think it went? Did you feel better than last time?" (I love a lot of these people but am ready to take swings at them when they ask me those questions.)
To what should be a running list of banned questions and/or comments I’d add “are you nervous,” and that class of anecdotes invariably involving someone’s uncle who had a cousin who had a friend who failed three plus times only to end up making millions as a dog bite attorney, or some shit like that. I’m also growing tired hearing the endless tidbits of trivia involving the former dean of Stanford, JFK, Hillary Clinton, Antonio Villaraigosa, or any other public figure who previously failed the bar.
I realize that it must be extraordinarily hard to relate to a relative, close friend, or whomever concerning something as arcane and obtuse as failing the bar. I always try to give the most noncommittal answers possible when placed in a corner and forced to talk about the bar. I know that 99% of the questions, comments, and unsolicited advice are probably made with the best of intentions, but whatever level of patience I once had for these naïve, albeit, well meaning questions is wearing awfully thin at this stage of the game.
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
Tension
I do feel a glimmer of optimism that the stars might align this time around and grease my entry into official attorneydom. I did feel better prepared both in terms of mastery of the content, but more importantly, that I had a better understanding of the exam behind the exam, or what the examiners actually look for. I came out of this last examine feeling that I wouldn’t be surprised to find that I eventually had passed.
On the other hand, I wouldn’t be surprised if I failed. I feel like I sort of sleepwalked through the first morning. I feel like I hit all the major areas, but am unsure to what degree I might have merely shuffled through them. I found the MBEs more difficult in relation to last year’s exam, but chalk this up to aftermath of the PMBR infringement lawsuit that likely forced the NCBE to re-write their questions. I felt that the third day was my best by far. By sheer dumb luck, I had spent a bit of time the night before going over the subject areas tested in July just to cover my ass in case they re-tested anything. I guess I got lucky, but I’m not sure that this was enough to make up for two decidedly lackluster evidence and corporations essays.
As far as I’m concerned, the PTs could go either way. I didn’t exactly feel like time was on my side during both afternoon sessions and thus have no idea how I did, or how well I might have hit whatever issues they were looking for.
My biggest fear concern the fact that my computer fucked up several times during the exam. Although they reassured me repeatedly that my exam wouldn’t be composed of a ream of unspoiled blank pages, I have about as much faith in the exam software support and bar exam personnel as I would in trying to watch Bush try to manage his way out of a paper bag.
So, I feel that weird nervous energy that can only come from waiting for the end result of what, in my mind at least, seemingly amounts to a giant crapshoot.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
The waiting game
My second countdown towards results has been nerve wracking as hell. Sometimes the days pass quickly, on others I feel like I’m waiting to learn if the State Bar of California has decided to grant my clemency application or whether they’ll use me to blow through a few fuses with Old Sparky.
Obviously things could be much worse - I’ll spare you the Honigsberg-style lecture on how we could all be born in a malaria infested, war-torn country without arms or legs and forced to walk uphill both ways... Nevertheless, its been hard to cut through the waves of panic and dread to think of anything but the 25th of May. I’m sick of the waiting game, sick of the bar dominating virtually every facet of my life, and ready to move on and away from this shit once and for all.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
What Legis said...
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
Student loans run amok
[W]ould-be top chefs face a challenge that most lawyers, engineers or nurses do not: few jobs in their chosen field pay enough for them to retire their student loans. As a result, as many as 11 percent of graduates at some culinary schools are defaulting on federal student loans. The national average for all students last year was roughly half that, at 5.1 percent.
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Many of the schools offer two-year programs where the total tuition and supply costs can reach $48,000. Only a slice of that is covered by low-interest federal loans. For example, the most that students in two-year programs can currently borrow in federal loans is $14,125.
So many of them seek money from banks that are usually recommended by the school. The terms on some of these private loans can quickly get a young person with little borrowing experience into financial trouble.
Mr. Park said that when he and his mother met with a financial-aid counselor at the school, they were told that his payments on his private loan, from Sallie Mae, would be about $250 a month. But his first bill after graduation was for more than twice that, said his mother, Elise McClain, an English professor in Florida. They twice requested payment deferments while he looked for a job but when they began repaying the loan, both his principal and his monthly payment had risen again. The balance is now $46,198.88 at just over 16 percent interest.
The private student loan industry is practically begging for regulation. The fact that some of them are charging 16% interest on tuition towards a career that pays so little is totally insane. I’m all for making money, but certainly not on the backs of students at 10-16% interest...
Monday, May 7, 2007
A few things I've been wondering about
I’ve also been giving a lot of thought to what might happen if I fail this time, but ultimately pass on the third try. I have a hard time imagining that a firm would give me the time of day, much less hire me, if it took me three times to pass, and thus I question whether taking the bar a 3rd time would be tantamount to throwing good money after bad. I wonder how the average hiring partner/office manager responds when confronted with two equally qualified individuals but where it is obvious from the face on one of the resumes that one of the applicants has failed the bar one or two times. If passing after the 3rd attempt would basically kill any chance of a decent job, then I don’t really see the point of putting myself in the position to compete for the triple crown.
It’s really shocking how little information there is concerning what happens to individuals such as ourselves one, two or three years after failing. I tried calling law career services at my school to ask them some of these questions, and was blown away by their total inability to answer any basic questions. It was pretty clear that they’ve never really thought about any of this, or if they had, couldn’t give a shit about it.
I’m really curious if anyone out there has any comments, ideas, or anecdotes. I know many might ask why I’m bothering with these questions before learning whether I passed or not. This is a fair question. I think right now the only thing that is keeping me moderately sane is trying to address these questions before they become actual issues.
The hell of it all...
I have no idea how I’m going to react if I fail. On the other hand, I have no idea how I’ll react if I pass. I doubt I’ll be overblown with joy, more like exhausted relief. If lady luck doesn’t shine my way, I'd like to think that I be able to follow Legis's extremely healthy attitude after recently learning that she didn’t pass. I've excerpted a portion of his recent post.
Unfortunately, it’s happened again. No pass. Today I wasted absolutely no time. About 20 minutes after the results came online, I checked my results then immediately reapplied online, ran to the bank to notarize my application slip, ran to the post office to mail it priority mail, ran to the computer store to get my secret weapon, and ran back to work. All in under one hour.
I know that I felt more confident going into the last exam than I had in previous times because I now know the drill and I felt the time was coming close. But I hadn't really done the work to prepare. Now I've got my steady nerves and a resolve to really do the work.***No more days off for this thing. I'm taking three days to take the exam - that's it. I'm going to save my vacation time for a real vacation this year. Because by then I will have earned it. I can finally be proud of myself. And I can move on to perhaps a new career.
But first I have to get this summer overwith.
I don't know if I'll be able to share Legis's grit and determination on this one. In fact, I'm pretty sure I won't. At any rate, I guess I'll find out how soon enough how I'll end up handling whatever news is waiting for me on the other side of the Cal Bar website.
Friday, May 4, 2007
A wasted year?
I have to say that it feels like some sort of sick joke that I’m less than 10 days away from my 1 year PMBR anniversary, and that I will have blown an entire year of my life alternatively studying, waiting, obsessing, dreaming, and thinking about the bar before I actually find out whether I passed this time around. With the exception of infancy, I don’t think I’ve ever accomplished less over the course of a year in my life. I’d love to be able to say on some sort of meta level that I’ve learned a lot about myself during the past year or some bullshit like that, but the reality of it is that the only things that have changed is the calendar, my bank account, and probably a bunch of other things that are too depressing to think about. Maybe in 10 years I’ll look back on this whole experience and be able to laugh, or extract some pearl of wisdom from this whole ordeal, but from my current perch I fail to see how this can be seen as anything other than a blown year.
This entire experience has been one never-ending string of humiliation, gut-checks, and frustration. One very astute commenter wrote, "[t]his hell is not something I would ever wish on anyone, even my worst enemy. Wait, lately that seems to be me." I really couldn't agree more.
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Attack of the phantom fees
I recently began the painful process of paying down my private loans. Needless to say, it has been a thoroughly frustrating experience. Like most lenders, my lender doesn’t actually service my loan so I have to deal with this company based somewhere in middle earth (i.e, the Mid West) that makes it virtually impossible to get a living breathing person on the phone. When I do manage to actually talk to someone, the person clearly has no idea about anything remotely related to loans.
The other day I got my statement and was horrified to see that my principle was actually increasing. I pay enough each month so that I should expect to see my principle decrease each month. After three frustrating phone calls, and three incredibly obtuse and nonsensical answers to my questions about why my principle keeps going up, I finally got a hold of someone who, in all likelihood, will probably be fired for making the mistake of telling me that the loan service company had added a “one time service fee” of over 700 dollars. I specifically remember choosing my private loan provider based on the fact that they charged zero fees for servicing the loan. Naturally, the hapless customer service rep was completely unable to point to a single provision in my loan documents that gave them the right to charge any fees much less 700 freaking dollars. Its bad enough that the interest rate on my loan is starting to look more and more like a credit card, but to tack on an additional 700 bucks from which even more interest is going to accrue is fucking killing me. I’m also pissed at how many conversations I had to have with assorted loan flunkies before someone managed to get around to telling me about the presence of this mystery fee. I can’t imagine an industry, especially in light of the massive student loan kickback scandals, more deserving of serious regulation and oversight.