That moment when you take a bathroom break, accidentally look in the mirror (because no examinee willingly looks in a mirror at this point,) and discover that you’ve got hot pink highlighter smudged on one cheek, there’s a pen stuck in your rat’s nest of a sloppy bun, and that terrified girl staring back?–that’s YOU!
Don’t ever let anyone tell you that preparing for the bar exam isn’t as bad as everyone makes it out to be. What an insult. I hate my life right now. It sucks. I have nothing good to say about anything. I’d rather suffer through an entire year of nothing but 1L-style lectures on torts and products liability (and y’all know how I feel about free money under the Total Dumbass Doctrine) than redo these two months.
8 days. I can do this…but that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
Also, while we’re here, what in the hell is a Harlem Shake? The internet appears to have moved on without me.