I'm having just a grand ol' time studying for the Bar.
If you don't count the ten or so hours a day I devote to studying, the lack of fun plans, the early morning classes, and the looming abyss of nothing but more of the same ahead of me, it hasn't been so bad.
My typical schedule goes like this:
8:00 am: Snooze Alarm.
8:15 am: Snooze Alarm.
8:30 am: Snooze Alarm.
8:45 am: Snooze Alarm.
9:05 am: Sit up. Blearily glance around. Wonder if I can sneak another five minutes. Snooze Alarm.
9:20 am: Leap out of bed. Splash some water on my face. Brush teeth. Throw on whatever clothes my fingers come in contact with. Grab a banana and fill my bottle of water, as I stumble into my shoes and try to slap some color into my face. Slump into the elevator and catch another minute of sleep in there. Squint into the daylight and make it to my 9:30 am class about 3 minutes late.
So far, I'm not even exaggerating, I've followed this schedule to a T for the past three weeks.
9:30 am -- 1:00 pmish: ZZzzzzzzzzzzzZZzzzZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
1:30 pm -- 3:00 pm: Gym. Shower. Lunch.
I know, I'm stunned too. I've actually made this as regular a routine as my sore and aching muscles will allow. I'm not so much dieting as I am trying to run two miles straight without stopping.
3:00 pm -- 7:00 pm: StudyStudyStudyzzzZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
7:00 pm -- 10:30 pm: Transcribe notes from class to computer while watching unbelievable amounts of tv online. (HULU I LOVE YOU)
11:30 pm -- 12:30 pm: CONAN.
12:35 pm: Strip. Sprawl. Sleep.
So you see, if you take the studying out of my day, it's pretty much a steady diet of eating, sleeping, watching tv, and exercising, all on a regular schedule. I think this is actually the first time I've ever had a daily schedule that remained the same like this. I'm sort of enjoying it (again, if you minus the misery that is Bar Review). It's also making me very excited for the day when I have a normal 9-5 job and I can translate this regular schedule to an actual normal person not in law school schedule.
Oh, when the day comes, I will skip for joy all the way to the shoe store. Then I'll buy things. Mainly shoes. And purses. And clothes. And DVDs. Wait. Do they sell DVDs at the shoe store?
As I am currently jobless, I have resigned myself to the idea of moving back to NJ, to my parents' house, after the Bar exam. BRIEFLY. I pray. How hard could it be to get a job? *uncomfortable grin*
Oh, c'mon Karma Gods, can't you take a freakin' joke?! What do you mean 'that's it, no job for you'?!?!? I was KIDDING! Oh Jesus CHRIS--- what? Oh hey, Jesus. What? Using your name in vain?! C'MON!!!!!! Come back! We'll talk!!! I'll de-renounce my faith or something, I promise!!! Oh, for the love of Pete! Yes, can I help you--I'm kinda in the middle of an angry tantrum buddy, in case you didn't notice. Oh, you're Pete, are you? What? You're The Super-Ultra-Senior-Partner of All the Law Firms Everywhere? I didn't even know that position existed. Can I have a jo---wha---no--why not? But PETE, you're not even a DEITY! Oh who am I kidding, yes you are. What the eff am I supposed to do now? Oh hey Ronald. Yeah, a burger would be good. Thx.
Speaking of imminent nervous breakdowns, I'll see you guys in the next installment: Bar Exam Post #2--Reporting Live from the Mental Hospital.
See you then! :)
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