I went into the bar this time very cool and composed. I mean I’ve seen this all before. Twice. The first two days were not so bad, and the MPT actually dealt with copyright law, so barring the fact that I ran out of time because I *had* to take a break and didn’t ask for this accomodation beforehand (grr, argh), twas alright. I just had the shortest conclusion ever.
Let’s not talk about Day 3.
The thing is, I’m haunted by this experience. It was the third time. I’m seeing it as strike 3 instead of 3rd times the charm. I’ve had horrible anxiety all week, and I’m wondering if maybe instead of looking for volunteer clerkships that maybe I should look for something else.
Granted, I felt fine after the test, but I want to forget now. I don’t even know when in November we get our results. It’s the fact that we get them that annoys me. Avoidance is key, yes?
I WANT TO PASS THE FRIKKIN BAR!!! And please, no JFK, Jr. stories or I will have to hunt you down, hang you upside down by your toes, and play Britney Spears till your ears bleed.