Umm...so at some point this week,
the abusive spouse that is the Bar exam had its way with many a-law-student across the land. I had been slaving through a bar prep class since late may, and until last week, I had every intention of taking the exam (true story). But something special happened to me about a week ago,
aside from seeing Ciera's "Ride" video for the first time..It dawned on me that there was a damn good chance that I was going to FAIL a exam of the up most importance. (this isn't to say i haven't failed important exams in the past ...see Organic Chemistry Howard University Summer 2004 ...yeah).
Anyway, last week was the first time I realized that all my efforts were for not..my ass had been defeated, vanquished, bamboozled, lead astray, Rush Limbaugh'd. I mean don't get me wrong, up to that point I was still going through the motions like a kid up past his bedtime, but deeeeeeep down I had known *for at least 3 weeks prior* that I was finished, like Arturo Thunder Gatti's left
cheek (
no homo and
RIP), a knockout was inevitable.
So faced with these seemingly insurmountable odds, what did young arinze3000 do in response you ask in unbridled anticipation???? Did he get up and dust myself off ala Aaliyah? (another RIP...lets is if i can go for three) Continue to burn the
7:00pm midnight oil? Delay the Metro Red Line further by pulling a
Third Eye Blind? Well my good people of the blogosphere, the answer is none of the above! (I grifted you well well didn't I?!) ...I did nothing, I simply stopped studying...of course when i tell people this sad tale their heart's pull a
Dick Cheney (why is he still with us and my beloved dog Baxter isn't?) But i digress... anywho, for me, I am confident and content with my decision, and besides, its not like i will NEVER take the Bar (I'm registered for February). Plus, as a delightful incentive, if i didn't take it, I am 93% certain that my mother would pull a
Marvin Gay Sr. on me. (ummm...too soon?)
