It’s About That Time…
It is once again that time of the year when I bow my head down and take a short moment of silence for the downtrodden, the weary, the desperate, the July Bar examinee. Although I have tried to suppress the memory of the dreadful three days when I too suffered through that little test, every time I step into Starbucks some poor schmo hunched over his BarBri books forces me to remember.
What’s funny is, it really wasn’t that bad. Before you scoff, hear me out. Yes, the test is miserable, but, then again, so is law school. We all suffered through three years of that, so surely we can bear three months. What makes BarBri sightings painful for me is how awfully I reacted to the entire experience. I went absolutely ape. Since I was basically in the bottom 10 percent of my law school class in terms of stress, my sudden madness was quite a shock to all my law school friends. I’m sure they wondered what demon possessed me. Recently I’ve even tried to underplay how badly I handled the experience with my friends. They are all nice people, but none of my friends will let me pass my off behavior off as “just a little stressed.” They even wince a little when forced to recall my monster self.
Why on earth did I react that way? Sure, everyone was more than a little stressed, but I took it to a new level. I don’t know anyone else who engaged in extemporaneous bawlings every day or became a full-fledged insomniac. Truth is, I don’t know why I overreacted. What I do know is this: no test on the planet is worth that amount of grief. At base, it’s a TEST. We’ve all had them before. It is longer and there is more on the line, but no one should forget that they have been doing this test-taking thing for a long time. Don’t make it more than it is. Attaching too much significance to the Bar exam will only serve to trip you up.
What’s the worst thing that can happen? Remember, I said no scoffing. Yeah, yeah, you might have to take the darn thing again. Yeah, that stinks. However, I know several people who had to re-take the Bar exam, and they all have “Esquire” following their names now. Some of them even enjoy being attorneys. Above all, remember this. There are a lot of attorneys out there. They can’t all be brilliant (I assure you they are not. As a practicing attorney, I remember frequently feeling compelled to ask to see someone’s Bar card). If they can do it, so can you.

