Two weeks

The bar exam is exactly two weeks away.

Until now, I've been feeling pretty laid-back about the bar. Standardized tests are the one thing in life that I totally know how to do. I am constitutionally incapable of walking into a test unprepared. Besides, this is Passachusetts. A friend told me the pass rate last summer was something like 90%. "When have you ever been in the bottom 10% of anything?" he asked.

I'm starting to feel my very first twinge of anxiety. Possibly because I was hanging out with fellow bar-takers last night, something I've been mostly insulated from since I've been studying on my own. Or maybe because I lost my Evidence notes. Or maybe even because now that I'm on leave from work, I have nothing to distract me. (Benefit #2 of working full-time while studying.)

Anyway, at this point it's just a twinge. Two weeks is plenty of time, and that friend was right. No way are 90% of the people in that room going to know more than me.

Back to work.