3 Weeks

The bar exam is officially 3 weeks from today. I'm a little nervous, but I know I shouldn't be. I have nothing to worry about.

Tonight is our last barbri class. It's a shorter class called "final study strategies". I think she's going to tell us how to plan our last weeks or something.

Part of the exam is called the Multistate Performance Test. Basically, it's like getting a client file and having to write a memo. You know, because it wasn't good enough that we know the law in multiple choice and essay format.

So you get a packet that has a "library" with statutes and cases and a client "file" with notes from interviews, transcripts, reports. And you're supposed to read the library and client file and then write a memo. It's 90 minutes and it's a pain in the ass.

We had a workshop on it last night and we wrote out a full exam question during class. I managed to spot all the issues and my organization mirrored the sample answer, so I was really excited.

The only lame part is that the sample answers in the book they gave us were not student written. They were written by a committee of professors over a period of weeks, not 90 minutes. So they are way more in-depth than anything we could ever write on the exam, so it's difficult to gauge how we do by looking at the sample answer.

Now that I'm done with class, I'm going to start memorizing and keep doing the essays. The lecturer last night said that we should write one essay a day and I think that's very doable.


A few random quotes - can't remember which class they were from:

- I guess they didn't care if they kept our lawyers in NV

- You are lead counsel for Enron - YUCK

- As long as you're not handing out legal advice with the chunky monkey

- In the real world money is green, but your client's money is fuschia. And green and fuschia do not look good together (a lesson in not commingling client funds with your own).

- A lawyer is not a bus

- The laywer has a duty not to throw kittens out of car windows

- Reach down inside to that inner ethical child

- You have to be your own ugly self

- No mama, you keep the crack house