Dog Tea Parties and Other Tales from the Bar Exam

After reuniting with my friends (and society in general ) on Monday, we began comparing stories of our bar induced craziness. My friends had some pretty ridiculous stories. In no particular order and with no names, these are some things that have been going on. One friend, while desperate for interaction with another being, tried to annoy her cat. Another friend chased away a pizza guy when her bi-polar nature led her to begin sobbing after realizing that her roommate didn’t leave a tip for the poor pizza guy. Yet another friend is now a suspected of being a check forger by Chase Bank after attempting to cash a (legitimate) post-dated check from her mother and then, after being denied, changing the date and trying again.

Now those are some pretty hilarious stories. But all agreed that, my “crazy” story beat them all. Ready?

I had a tea party for my dogs.

I think that I probably won the crazy-bar-lady prize because that’s how I phrased it and then everyone, including me, was laughing too hard to actually continue the story. But here it is:

One day after approximately 13 hours of study, I glanced across my patio table and saw by dog sitting in the extra patio chair. I assume this is because, unlike normal dogs, she apparently despises just laying on the patio or the dirt around the patio (I almost said the flower bed around the patio, but that would be way too much of an exaggeration). Anyway, as I stared into space in the bear dog’s general direction I realized that I hadn’t taken my coffee cup inside (keep in mind that it actually hadn’t been empty all that long due to my staggering intake of coffee) and that the way she was sitting and the location of the cup made it appear that she was the one drinking the coffee. I’m not sure if this was actually funny or if the fact that I had been studying contracts for so long that I could no longer even tell it there was an offer or acceptance or whether goods or services were being bargained for made this funny, but I started laughing so hard that the husband ran from the house to the patio. I stopped laughing hard enough to explain why I was laughing and asked for a camera (you know, to capture the hilarious moment forever). When he came back with the camera he also had a tea pot and a honey jar (which didn’t actually make it into the picture).

The funniest thing about the dog tea party is that I’m not actually the person who set up the dog tea party or even the person whose idea it was to have the dog tea party. That was all the husband. I guess he had second-hand-bar-crazy.

You might be wondering why I’m posing with a fruit basket. That’s because when my friend Janet came to pick me up so we could carpool to the bar, she mentioned that her mom and her roommate made her a care package full of homemade goodies and diet cokes. I thought that that was so thoughtful that the husband had to show me that he too made me a care package. It was our fruit basket. I want you to look closely at its contents: two nearly black bananas, one green pepper, one tomato, and a lone hershey’s kiss. From Christmas. Best. Care-Package. Ever. Really, I loved it! It made me laugh harder than anything since the dog tea party.

Moral of these stories: The bar exam sucks and makes everyone involved do crazy things. So, sorry to all my friends and family who caught the brunt of my less funny craziness. Thanks for putting up with me!

What Would Justice Jackson say?

Apparently President Bush considered deploying military troops to Buffalo NY in 2002. What do you think Justice Jackson and his sphere’s of presidential authority would have to say about that? For those of you whose minds haven’t been warped by the bar exam, here’s for his Youngstown opinion that lays it all out for you.

 

Constitutional or not?

Sorry this is so much like homework, but I think this is really intriguing and want to know what other people think as well.

I feel like I got hit by a bus and run over by the ambulance

Yes.

It really is that bad.

Needless to say I don’t really have time for a full blog today, but I wanted to share this link with you. It’s a great 20 minute morning yoga routine. It really helps with the lack of energy I feel at all times of the day, but if you’re leading a normal life, you should probably do it in the morning. 🙂

I had a dream last night…

In that dream I was the only person in the state of Kentucky who didn’t pass the bar. What a terrible dream.

Also I’ve been dreaming about the law. It’s interrupting my sleep, but I think its a good sign. Generally when I dream about whatever I’m studying, it means I’m learning it. Hopefully, that’s what it means this time and it’s not some cruel joke my mind is playing on me.

And now, because I have a lot of law to learn today, I will wrap up this post with a picture of my niece. This is from a photo shoot for some local children’s clothing store and I think she’s adorable!

What do you mean I’m not the center of the universe?

I got a call from my sister yesterday and learned a couple of very surprising things. First, my brother-in-law was in the hospital. Second, apparently the world doesn’t revolve around me. I wasn’t aware of this and I demand to know when this occurred. It was quiet surprising to find out that people are actually going on about their daily lives as if I were not taking the bar exam in 9 days.

I mean all that sarcastically. If you didn’t catch the sarcasm, read that paragraph again. It’s ok. I’ll wait…

Done?

Ok.

Anyway, even though I am actually aware that the world doesn’t revolve around me, that’s something I struggle with on a daily basis. And not just during bar exam time. Maybe I’m just an exceptionally selfish person, but I suspect other people have this problem too whether they realize it or not. I think everyone is a little monomaniacal in some way. For me, it’s that I expect that everyone around me, even those people I just encounter incidentally, are dedicated to making my day better.

Now, I know that’s an extremely unflattering thing to say about yourself, so, let me explain. I don’t mean that I think everyone is literally dedicated to making my day better; a call to any customer service center will immediately dispel that notion. What I mean to say is that I have difficulty seeing the people I interact with in their individual capacity instead of just how they’re relating to me. For example, the checkout girl at Target. If she’s rude to me, I don’t just think “She must be having a terrible day. Maybe she’s got some personal drama right now.” No. I think “What the hell? I didn’t do anything to her. Why did she have to throw my change at me?”

This tendency is not as pronounced around my friends and family, probably because I know them better, but it’s still difficult to not do self serving things. And in fact I do it all the time. Making dinner for my husband is sweet, but really I do it because I’m hungry and it makes me feel good that he thinks it sweet. Buying presents for people: makes them happy, but it makes me happy that I made someone happy. And I think everyone has had this experience: you leave the house wearing shoes that looked amazing similar in the dark closet but once you get to your destination you realize that you’re wearing a pair of shoes, but the shoes are different colors. And for the rest of the day you feel like everyone is staring at you. Because other people have nothing better to do than stare at your shoes.

What? Not everyone has had that exact experience? Well. Substitute shoes for unzipped pants, shirt with ink blot, or forgetting to put mascara on both eyes, then.

I guess the point is that it’s difficult to realize that not everyone is as focused on your life as you are. Even when you actually know that not everyone is completely focused on you, it’s still a shock to the system every time you’re reminded of it. And even after all this soul searching, I have to say it is truly mind boggling to me that people are just going on with their lives right now like nothing hugely important is looming on the horizon for me.

But maybe that’s just me. Maybe other people don’t have to constantly remind themselves that everything going on in the world they encounter isn’t in some way linked to them. If so, I guess I’m exceptionally self-centered and now you all know that I have that character flaw.

Oh. I forgot about my brother-in-law. And now you’re probably thinking “My God! She has got to be the MOST selfish person in the world. Her brother-in-law is in the hospital and all she can think is how this proves the world doesn’t revolve around her.” And that’s a valid thought. But let me try to clear my name. He’s fine. He was in the ER for a few hours because he had an abscess on his tonsil. It was drained (a process that makes me want to gag just thinking about it) and he went home immediately afterward. So really, it wasn’t a terrible terrible illness and I didn’t start writing this until about 18 hours after he was released. And my first thought on getting the call from my sister was not that it was proof of my lack of importance in the world. I was actually worried about her. So I’m not completely monomaniacal.

Have a great Sunday! It’ll make me feel happy if you do! 🙂

Gresstly? Struilty? Gresuilty?

Those are some of the names I’ve come up with for that terrible emotion stressed-guilty I described yesterday. I got several facebook messages from my fellow tormented souls (i.e. bar exam studiers) saying that they too know this horrid feeling. So. I decided it needed a name. Let me know what you think. Because I clearly have nothing better to do then make up names for strange emotions.

Oh.

That reminds me of another point. I finally fixed the commenting issue. So now you can actually let me know what you think about things. I also added a sort of poll at the end of each post so you can let me know if I’m at all interesting to you. And I know that people are actually reading this (thanks everyone for curing my insecurity via facebook), so I expect some feedback!

One more point, before I spend the rest of the day reviewing torts, commercial paper, and secured transactions. After violating my friend The Kaintuckeean’s privacy the other day, I decided that I too would set up a google alert for my name. And these are the “alerts” I’ve gotten so far: a fishing boat in Martha’s Vineyard has the same name as me and some lady is looking for information about a marriage between me and her great great great grandfather that occurred sometime in the 19th century. I suppose I should be excited that there’s nothing negative out there about me, but, to be honest, I’m a little upset that there’s at all out there about me. Makes me wonder, is no one saying anything because they have nothing good to say?