Early last week, i received the email that said bar results would be issued Friday morning at 9:00 am. fuck.
I was nervous all week. When Friday morning finally rolled around, I logged in to the bar examiners website. At ten to nine, the site was sluggish. By ten am, it totally crashed.
I gchatted with my law school friends (i only have a few) and they were all having the same problems
An hour later, I still couldn’t log into the bar examiners website, so i hopped on my bike and made my way toward the office. I hoped that the commute would clear my head.
RB-1 Kenobi and I made a quick trip over the WBB, and down broadway. cruising through city traffic took my mind off bar results for a few minutes. I locked her up and went inside to try my hand at some work. I obviously couldn’t get much done between refreshing the bar website every 5 minutes.
Someone down the hallway yelled out that they passed. I thought about throwing up in a waste basket.
Banu came into the office and suggested that i try logging on from dave’s computer instead of my laptop. I told her that it was the server, not the computer. obviously i was wrong, and I logged in immediately from Dave’s computer. I read the first sentence. It said congratulations. I gave a holler down the hallway, then reread it again just to be sure. it still said congratulations.
I called my dad, I called my grandma, I gchatted my brother, i texted all my aunts and cousins. My uncle is also an attorney, and he gave me a congratulatory call to tell me how proud he was. It really made me feel good.
I didn’t get much work done the rest of the day. but I planned on a trip out to Franklin park to celebrate. The celebration crowd showed up at 6:15 to take advantage of happy hour. we got our drinking in before 7, but by ten someone made a discovery. free beer! we had a 10pm to 12am open bar. perfect. franklin park serves all of my favorite local beers.
To top it all off, they had a brand new fucking tornado foosball table! god damn, this was a perfect night. I have never played on a table so crisp. There was no real foosball competition to be found, but I was having a blast regardless. My push still made a satisfying clank, but i’ve lost most of my snake, pull and texas T.
by midnight, the open bar closed up, and I felt like it was time to head home. 3 miles Straight up Bedford and I was home.
