The bar exam is over. It was less difficult than I expected. Of course, this might mean that they will just curve it to higher grades.
I actually feel kind of lost at the moment. All I have is this vague inkling that I need to pack and come home.
Update: To perpetuate a tradition...
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He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say 'To-morrow is Saint Crispian.'
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say 'These wounds I had on Crispian's day.'
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day
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We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.
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Funny how much this verse reminds me of home. I was first introduced to this from a dear old friend from AC Drama. We ended up in law school together and yet, now we take such seperate paths.
Time is truly circular, and this is the proof.
Friday, July 28, 2006
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3 comments:
Good job, Anthony.
I took a look at the format, OMG... daunting is an understatement.
One day at a time.
Stay well,
Having taking it Ben,
The scariest thing about the exam -is- the fact that it's a 3 day marathon. The questions aren't incredibly hard - just that by the time you hit the third day, your brain is pretty much mush
Henry V of course. I have this excellent recording of it, using Walton's most excellent score. Probably the best pro-English propaganda ever written, bar Churchill.
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