Thursday, November 06, 2008
July Bar Results
[I'm not sure he meant it this way, but I think this painting by my Dad looks like someone waiting for bar results)
July, 2008 Texas Bar Examination Results
1. SMU 93.97%
2. U of H 93.33%
3. Baylor 91.58 %
4. UT 90.24%
5. South Texas 89.57%
6. St. Mary’s 87.23%
7. Texas Tech 85.64%
8. Texas Wesleyan 77.10%
9. Texas Southern 59.71%
Congratulations to those for whom this is a very good day. I remember that feeling...
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I can personally attest to how hard this Bar examination was.
Now to pass that sneaky MPRE this weekend...
Now to pass that sneaky MPRE this weekend...
Also, my mood earlier today was like this.
8:45 a.m. -- arrive at work. Pour large cup of green tea. Drink it single gulp.
8:47 a.m. -- decide single-gulping hot, caffeine-loaded green tea was a bad idea.
9:00 a.m. -- sit in corner, shaking
9:01 a.m. -- make blood pact with coworkers also awaiting Bar results to wait until we are in the privacy of our own homes to check, lest someone be sad and someone happy.
11:00 a.m. -- leave to lunch, a nervous wreck
11:30 a.m. -- get a fortune cookie that says, "Admire the success of others. Learn from them and you will have your own success."
11:31 a.m. -- curse the Fortune Cookie Gods
11:32 a.m. -- my friend gets the exact same fortune
11:35 a.m. -- we demand new fortune cookies
11:40 a.m. -- we get two new fortune cookies. They each contain the same fortune.
11:45 a.m. -- sacrifice waiter to Fortune Cookie Gods and blaspheme their unholy names.
12:00 p.m. -- return to work
12:30 p.m. -- First Panic Attack, widely regarded by historians as only a run up to the Second Panic Attack.
1:00 p.m. -- second panic attack that culminates in me punching the paper towel dispenser in the bathroom. Ow.
1:15 p.m. -- return to seat, do work. Hate life.
1:20 p.m. -- my friend whispers in my ear, "Congratulations."
1:21 p.m. -- my friends give me enthusiastic thumbs up.
1:22 p.m. -- I threaten them with death and dismemberment if they are messing with me.
1:23 p.m. -- turns out they're not.
1:25 p.m. -- I look myself... sure enough, I passed.
1:30 p.m. to 6:20 p.m. -- I spend the rest of the day sitting on this news so as not to violate the sacred blood pact.
7:00 p.m. -- tension finally drains from me and I haven't been able to move since.
8:45 a.m. -- arrive at work. Pour large cup of green tea. Drink it single gulp.
8:47 a.m. -- decide single-gulping hot, caffeine-loaded green tea was a bad idea.
9:00 a.m. -- sit in corner, shaking
9:01 a.m. -- make blood pact with coworkers also awaiting Bar results to wait until we are in the privacy of our own homes to check, lest someone be sad and someone happy.
11:00 a.m. -- leave to lunch, a nervous wreck
11:30 a.m. -- get a fortune cookie that says, "Admire the success of others. Learn from them and you will have your own success."
11:31 a.m. -- curse the Fortune Cookie Gods
11:32 a.m. -- my friend gets the exact same fortune
11:35 a.m. -- we demand new fortune cookies
11:40 a.m. -- we get two new fortune cookies. They each contain the same fortune.
11:45 a.m. -- sacrifice waiter to Fortune Cookie Gods and blaspheme their unholy names.
12:00 p.m. -- return to work
12:30 p.m. -- First Panic Attack, widely regarded by historians as only a run up to the Second Panic Attack.
1:00 p.m. -- second panic attack that culminates in me punching the paper towel dispenser in the bathroom. Ow.
1:15 p.m. -- return to seat, do work. Hate life.
1:20 p.m. -- my friend whispers in my ear, "Congratulations."
1:21 p.m. -- my friends give me enthusiastic thumbs up.
1:22 p.m. -- I threaten them with death and dismemberment if they are messing with me.
1:23 p.m. -- turns out they're not.
1:25 p.m. -- I look myself... sure enough, I passed.
1:30 p.m. to 6:20 p.m. -- I spend the rest of the day sitting on this news so as not to violate the sacred blood pact.
7:00 p.m. -- tension finally drains from me and I haven't been able to move since.
Well Lurch, congrats to you! Will you be suing your former employers for OSHA violations as your first act as an attorney?
Congrats to Lane and everyone else!!
Hard to believe that one short year ago I was that girl in the cafe...except Prof Osler, your father could add a little laptop and have the gal nervously hitting Refresh, Refresh, Refresh...on the TxBLE website. Each refresh was like cutting the bomb wire in a Bruce Willis Movie.
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Hard to believe that one short year ago I was that girl in the cafe...except Prof Osler, your father could add a little laptop and have the gal nervously hitting Refresh, Refresh, Refresh...on the TxBLE website. Each refresh was like cutting the bomb wire in a Bruce Willis Movie.
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