Bar Results

On Friday I went to judicial conference in Park City. A few of my classmates were there, and one woman took it upon herself to inform all of us that, if it were last year, bar results would come out that day. I could have killed her. I've spent the last six or so weeks purposely forgetting that I even took the bar, much less speculating when bar results would come out. By the afternoon, the entire Supreme Court corridor was in a frenzy. Bar results posted at 5:00, my co-clerk told me after a phone call from another classmate who had no better idea than any of us when they'd come out, as far as I could tell. I went home early, checked the website, left to get my car safety inspection, checked the website, watched Definitely, Maybe, and refreshed the website every few minutes just in case. You can understand why I didn't want to figure out when results would come out. After 7 or 8 I decided that results probably weren't coming out, and put the computer away. The next morning I woke up late, took Huck on a five mile run, and when I came home, Zach handed me a thick envelope from the bar. "You better sit down," he told me. I tore open the letter and scanned quickly seeing the words "pleased to inform you . . ." I shrieked. I think I scared the dog. We celebrated by going to dinner at Takashi with some friends. And for the last few days, whenever I think about it, I'm thrilled that I won't have to spend February holed up studying for the bar. Also, I get a raise, about the equivalent to one Takashi dinner per paycheck. Not much, but I'll take it.