Good Luck

Before I begin my trek to Madison I just want to wish all me fellow bar takers across the USA GOOD LUCK!!!! and for those of you that have a three day bar exam an extra good luck, my heart goes out to you, thats a total bummer, I'll be thinking about you, honestly after Wednesday I probably won't be thinking about anything, but Im thinking about you today! Wishing you all the best. A.

Where Wizardry and Wills collide!!!

In making my flash card for wills that reminded me that half bloods take as whole bloods I had to restrain myself from adding a.k.a. people who are only of one half magical descent, see in reference Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, sometimes called mudblood, hopefully I will also resist this urge on the exam should it come up. If only I were watching Harry Potter now =(

Why oh Why...

Would anyone develop such a thing as secured transactions, and why won't that super annoying guy's voice screaming PMSI not stop, in total desperation I re-listened to the entire Secured Transaction lecture last night (the benefit of having BarBri on an Ipod) and all I got out of it was that PMSI's are a sure way to give someone PMS and all future car buying has been ruined because it will now be accompanied by that voice screaming "PMSI, pay in cash so these guys can't repo your car if you go broke paying back your law school loans".  I wonder how many points they'll give me if I write that one as my answer and that I am a super light sleeper so there will definitely be a breach of peace if they try to repo my car, dirty dirty repo men or women. (In case you were worried, I have never missed a car payment and don't every expect to this is all just hypothetical angst against secured transactions) 

Dear Wisconsin Bar Examiners...

How many people give up like 6 six days before, because I really really want to? Could you maybe cut me some slack and at least let me type the essays though since I'm pretty sure I will fail them better I write them at least it may seem like I wrote more.  Thanks A

 P.S. If you could avoid civil procedure I would really appreciate it, how about just torts and criminal law that sounds fabulous!! 

P.P.S. Can I wear wellies and fill the extra room around my legs with candy? It would really save room in my baggie

Things I will do if I survive this and am greatly looking forward to:

1. Sleep

2. Have a Golden Girls marathon in honor of Estelle Getty (RIP Sophia)

3. Ride all the rides at the County Fair

4. Visit my long lost GPB sorority sisters in Madison

5. Go shopping for all things pink and green and for shoes and handbags and oh so much fun

6. Read as much fictional nonsense as I can cram into my brain in order to flush away all the legal nonsense I am trying to memorize

7. Take the El to the dog park as much as she would like (She would live there if she could sadly no fence for her to have semi-freedom here yet)

8. Clean my house and reunite myself with above par personal hygiene (for those of you also taking the bar I promise I will resort back to that upon my arrival in Madison, some people may consider lack of personal hygiene as some strange tactic to divert other test takers however I will not resort to that, primarily because I think it would harm me more than you)

9. Get a massage or mani/pedi something where all I have to do is sit there listlessly

10. Spend as much time with J to make up for the ignoring and studying over the past however long.

Limited increase in intelligence...

In what I believe is a direct correlation to my limited focus on the law but most specifically those subjects specifically on the Bar, the following things have greatly deteriorated:

1. My spelling abilities (be glad I edit)

2. My typing abilities (see notation above)

3. My Patience-why won't the El stop barking, we specifically got a Basset because people rave about their stellar personalities, laziness, determination in eating themselves to death, and abilities with kids, well Ella loves to bark at me when she's peeved like a raged teenager, my little cousins are terrified of her and while she would definitely eat herself to death if let she is actually pretty small for a Basset oh and she runs Nascar like circles around our living room/kitchen in a race against herself, really a healthy study environment, but at least she's fashionable she has claimed our new hounds tooth chair for herself

4. Personal Hygiene ( Sad I know and really a bit gross but does Conviser or my Ipod really care if I smell or how frequently I wash my hair, though J and El might, I'm pretty sure I read somewhere that washing your hair is overrated, maybe my stylist will at least approve of this new bad habit)

5. Alcohol Tolerance (for those of you who know me if it wasn't bad enough it is even worse, I had one drink last night and woke up hungover apparently bacardi lemon does that to me now, sad again)

Lastly, while studying Criminal Law I cannot help but contemplate the various crimes I would commit for Diploma Privilege!!! 

Rules Rules and More Rules, always dragging a girl down!

So I got a lovely letter from the WI bar examiners chalk full of rules for test day and full of prohibited items. Such as regardless whether the Concourse wants to blow frigid air on us no jackets will be allowed, obviously for fear that we would line them with Convisor as opposed to something that would keep us warm. For the same reason I assume all sweatshirts/sweaters must be either worn or hanging over the back of your chair.  So my question is what if I have a long sleeve shirt printed with all the rules of evidence on it, wear it and merely look at myself a lot during the test, there was nothing prohibiting that in there!!!! Also no flip flops, they clearly don't understand that the only tan lines I currently have are from my flip flops and they really aren't shoes but an extension of my body for the 5 warm months of the year and without them I will feel naked during the exam.  P.S. for those of you loving flip flops as well J.Crew had a bunch on sale on Friday for 9.99 plus 25% off, crazy I know, final sale only though.  Also not only can I not have a pink pen, sigh, I shall live, I cannot even bring my own pens, they will be provided because perhaps I shall bring one that talks back to me or something and while I can bring pencils they have to be wooden. Can anyone remember the last time they used a wooden pencil? I think it was art class in high school. I have to use this pencil for 6 hours, are they going to pay for the medication its going to take to numb that blister? Because Im experiencing pain just thinking about it. But really the most important question it leaves me pondering is what type of CANDY I want to bring, I love candy and am allowed a small bag like either a normal bag of candy such as skittles would come in or a ziplock snack bag full of a mixture, the purpose is to keep us hyped up and alert for the exam, I think Im leaning toward a mixture of candy any suggestions out there as to what the best candy to keep you going is????

I think the Tooth Fairy hates me!!!

I remember when I was little and I lost a tooth I would get a dollar, sometimes two dollars when no one could remember if the other had left the dollar from the tooth fairy, and it was all bliss to lose a tooth, it came out, you made money and another one grew in.  When I was a junior I got hit in the mouth with a softball and it killed the tooth, I wonder if there could be legal action against the person who threw the softball for tooth murder. Needless to say no tooth fairy arrived to give me money for my tooth when it died, in fact it didn't even get a proper burial or flowers.  But it has cost me going on $2,000 and a WHOLE TON OF PAIN to fix it.  Today was one of the special days where I got to go see the Periodontist who gets to reach into her bag of tools and come up with some new way to torture me, today it was with something they call a punch, like they punched out my gum tissue like it was cookie dough with a cutter.  Last time it was getting drilled into my skull. Sadly the worse part of the whole experience is that it hurt so bad when they gave me the novocaine into the soft tissue above the gums that I actually burst into tears, how SAD IS THAT, I survived all of law school, am determined to survive this darn Bar thing and I just cried at the dentist at 25 years old.  If it wasn't for all the money I've sunk into it I think I might never go back.  Then as I was leaving, with a smile she says, now don't be alarmed if there is a little bit of metal showing alright, what she should have said is when you smile in the mirror it will look like a 2nd metal tooth is growing out of your gums on top of your first tooth (and this is the tooth next to my front tooth so it isn't exactly hidden) so really you should hibernate and study for the bar and not go anywhere until your next appointment in three weeks since you kinda look like an alien. Then at least maybe I could have replied with why couldn't it be pink? I suppose that is enough whining about the periodontist though secretly it may have maybe made me love the law a little more as I left because I wouldn't want to be a mouth torturer all day but now as I sit here I'm not sure which is worse sitting in that chair and letting her poke and prod me or studying for the bar?

If I die before the Bar....

well at least I didn't have to take it! My rationalization in writing this is that there is an extremely severe thunderstorm warning, scary sounds coming from outside and it is almost as dark at night at 3pm and therefore if Im going to die it sure isn't going to be studying.  More than likely screaming at my very angry Basset puppy to please be quiet (yes that is exactly how Im yelling it, sigh).  

For whatever reason my Hubby, ugh I hate that word,we'll call him J seems to think that I should write a book. Clearly a fictional book because now that law school's done I will not do anything that involves citations without the guarantee of a paycheck. Shoes and Pink things don't pay for themselves you know. So in the past I have tossed around many ideas for possible books the winning idea thus far is a string of trashy romance murder mysteries centering around a bridal shop owner who solves murder mysteries that are threatening her clients upcoming nuptials. Who doesn't love trashy romance mystery novels!!! 

Well let me tell you how apparently lost in Real Property I have become because the other night while laying in bed I had an epiphany to write a book called the Fertile Octogenarian (Dear God, its me Margaret if I can't spell Octogenarian can I still pass the bar?) anyhoo the basic premise would be ignoring the RAP for those of you legal eagles that have any idea what it is and for those who don't think of it like the VD of Property Law. The book would basically center on some ancient guy who kicked the bucket had like 9 wives and left lots of heirs all ages, as a result of a clause that is likely not legal (crap mental note to study so I know the legality of my own ideas) five of the heirs, aka ppl that want this guys stuff, have to get together for 48 hours and decide who gets the big house and land.  Then it gets all sappy and they remember what they love about this old hustler and how they have such good memories etc blah blah blah then somehow can't give away the ending someone gets the land.  If your not already going WTF (excuse me Im normally not that crass) clearly your a property lawyer because really a) who would want to read this and b) who would want to write this.  It gets even better when I name one of the characters Sugar.  So if anyone is surfing the bargain book bins at B&N in a couple years and finds a book such as this please check the authors name and then send my husband donations for my mental health bills if he hasn't already divorced me.  Clearly I've lost it. Or perhaps I never had it. I should obviously stick to things I know.  On another note they keep telling me only black or blue pens on the bar, which I have to write since WI hates me, this really cramps my affection for pink pens.