Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Bar Prep

It's all bar, all the time around here, but the only parties are those to the lawsuit, plus of course those insidious Third Parties that are always confusing matters. (I hardly ever even get invited to the First Party, let alone the second and third.) When LD takes breaks from typing up outlines and essays, he watches crime shows and courtroom dramas, where we pause to analyze whether the evidence is really admissible and what steps in laying a foundation were skipped for the sake of the movie audience. It's more fun than it sounds.

My role is keeping the kids quiet, which usually means far, far away. We've spent a lot of time over at the farm, basking in sunshine, getting beds ready in the greenhouse and garden, and thinking fondly of our friends in Ohio buried in a couple of feet of snow. We tried visiting playgrounds on Sunday, but they were all closed for the season--then we tried sneaking into one and discovered the reason was that they were underwater. So instead we went to a forest, where DOB had gotten lost the week before, but fortunately D4 has a better sense of direction than all the rest of us combined, and he got us back to the car safely: "Rar! Way!"

When everyone is settled down for naps, I've been trying to outline some subjects to speed things along, handle all the auxiliary details like packing, and plan foods that can be cooked in a crockpot in a hotel. The whole undertaking seems far more involved than when I took the bar exams--or DOB took his last--but then, we didn't have kids back then. I know from my first exam experience, when my aunt and uncle fed me, drove me, and stocked me with game boys, that having support staff makes the whole exam much easier.

Reviewing this stuff reminds me of how much of the general law I still remember, and how much of the specifics I've forgotten. The Washington Bar is considering a rule change that will mean I don't have to retake the exam to reactivate my license; I'm going to wait to see how that comes out before I apply.

But that's all irrelevant. Because there is no life After the Bar.


Anonymous said...

There's always life after the bar. It just seems impossibly far away.

But it's not. Time keeps passing at one second per second, regardless of our perceptions.

Keep up the good work, all of you.

(my captcha is conscr, as in conscript)

le Duc said...

Wait... does that mean time is accelerating?

Anonymous said...

Didn't you get the memo?

So when's the big bad bar day? I checked on your Traffic King blog - it hadn't changed in the last five hundred and eighty two days, so it wasn't there.

le Duc said...

The Traffic King concept may revive when I have something to drive that I really enjoy experiencing traffic in. The Odyssey is nice, but it's not quite it...

Bar is the 23-24th and morning of the 25th.

Anonymous said...

We will be praying.

You know this, but get plenty of rest, and eat well, and stay hydrated.

And knock 'em dead.