BAR

Studying for the BAR is a beast. They tell you it is like running a marathon, and therefore you cannot hope to go full blast the entire time. It is also a test that is not looking for perfection, rather is looking for competency.

These two items are things I have issues with. As a person with ADHD, I often suffer from pace problems. Therefore, I have spent an extremely long amount of time seated in a space (some days I had good air conditioned quiet space, others….well I’ll get into that later) hunched over a book with a rainbow of highlighters and color coded pens writing and highlighting large tombs (courtesy of my BARBRI tuition) in order to do well on this exam.

I have also been subjected to a number of conversations (I say subjected to as I was not an active participant, rather I was forced to listen to this prior to video lectures) wherein students detailed their study schedule and freaked out that they were unable to grasp whatever concept. It has gotten to the point that when I start to hear these conversations I pop my earphones back in and listen to something/anything to prevent myself from being auditorily violated by others’ insecurity.

Most of all the biggest thing I’ve noticed is how happy a person I am normally. I have never, even during my darkest of days, come home repeatedly hostile and angry as much as I have in the past 2 months. If something, no matter how small, did not go as I wanted to, I feel slighted by the world.

It was this realization that made me remember….the world….owes me nothing. Generally I am a pleasant person, and I have found being pleasant comes with certain advantages (people are generally nice back) and disadvantages (I am harassed by an odd assortment of people). However, I never knew that being mean, or at least perceived as mean, came with a different set of advantages (people generally avoid you and get out of your way) and disadvantages (no one cares if you are in a bad mood). Still….I felt that if I expressed my inner turmoil and frustration, I, who is generally nice, would get a big break from the world.

The world owes no one any favors.

This realization has helped me come back to myself to some degree. I still get angry, but I’ve returned to at least not holding onto my anger any longer than is absolutely necessary. No sooner had I taken up this philosophy than as I walked to study I came across $20.00. I even ran after the woman in front of me to make sure she had not dropped it.

Apparently the world owes no favors, but does tend to give bonuses for those who return to good behavior.

So to all of us who are stressed out….I want to just say…some of the dumbest people have passed the BAR, and while I don’t consider myself a genius, I don’t consider myself incapable of passing this exam. I just recognize to do well, I need to work hard, harder than I want to work, but it is not beyond my ability.

All the above as written sounds good, and it feels good to write, but I will say….today I wanted to murder someone in the New York Public Library, because he was blaring his headphones and when he tapped his foot on the floor I could feel it. After my 5th or 7th “Stop that!” stare of death, I realized it was futile, and returned home to Hoboken to finish my studies. I feel I shall spend the remainder of my studytime in Newark, where I will accomplish a great deal, and want to murder the public transit system for making me wait an hour to take a trip that by car would be 15 minutes.

A Weight Lifted

So today I got my final grades. I passed, well I did better than passed, I got good grades. I didn’t worry too much about not passing, but it was in the back of my head. After all, wasn’t I slacking off by job hunting? Did I really pay as much attention as I should have? Questions like this haunted me. Thankfully, I am not no longer plagued by those questions, and so I am free to devote my energies to studying for the BAR.

I don’t really enjoy using this blog to just ruminate about my own persona life, rather I like to observe things in a more general way. However, I think it is good to document this feeling. I feel like I have been given a reprieve from a great weight.  It is temporary for now, as I must now hold the burden of studying/preparing for the BAR, but this certainly seems to fuel me with the strength I will most certainly need to do well on that exam.

Shapes

I've thought each of these statements more than once.

So, recently I’ve gone back to the gym. I’m mainly doing it for healthy normal reasons.

  • It helps me work off stress from exams,
  • it is physically satisfying,
  • I feel less guilty about eating bad “study food.”

However, I also have those little voices in my head telling me:

  • “Work out, your fat!”
  • “You’re going back to Arkansas for Christmas. Do you want everyone to wonder why your still fat?”
  • “Maybe if you work out, you won’t be as tempted to eat.”
  • “Maybe you should stop eating lunch again.”
  • “If you go to the gym more, you won’t avoid mirrors as much.”
  • “People hire attractive people. Don’t you want a good job?”

Of course, through years of personal growth I’ve got plenty of wonderful coping mechanisms to battle these evil thoughts, but that doesn’t mean they are gone. It just means I don’t think of them as the gospel like I did when I was younger.

My friend TangleThis turned me onto another blog “Shapely Prose” She described it as:

The women who write it are active to varying degrees:  one is working on yoga certification, I think one is a runner, another has a dance class, etc.  And they are all overweight or obese by BMI standards.  And they write this very smart blog, which I read because I also have to be reminded to do things because they feel good and not because of the fantasy of being thin (“if I were thinner, I could get ____”… or, in your case, “when I was thinner, I was ____”).

So I reviewed the blog. I like what I read, and I like what these women are doing. Therefore I thought I’d give a shout out to their blog. I am always happy to see how people are really starting to recognize how manipulative the media is about “ideal beauty.” It is nice to see that whereas I will never look like:

male-body

I could easily return to looking like:

Actual old photo of me

Actual old photo of me

If I worked at it. I chose that picture, because it is me, and it is not me when I was at my skinniest.

Well…off to burn off some stress/test anxiety at the gym.

Absent

I cannot stop thinking!

I cannot stop thinking!

So, I probably won’t be posting until December 10th

The reason:  Law School Exams.

Why can’t they have a cute acronym? “O.W.L.S.” seemed less threatening, even though you could potentially rip your body apart during apparition.

Silence

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So I’ve not managed to write this week. This makes me sad as I was really getting involved in my story, however, I understand that my studies must take priority.

It’s that time of year where people take time off, and unfortunately it is also that time of year where Law Students are told to kiss their loved ones good-bye because they should not be seeing them often. I did this to some extent last year, and will do so again this year. However, I still do a lot of relaxing. I used to use that time to write, but I’ve just not been able to muster the energy to go from writing fiction to reading law.

I figured I just should post something. My numbers of who has been to my blog are so small it made me sad.

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