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Of the 14 subjects on my mind, I may be most concerned about this:

Rome Ending Cobblestone Era

I loved those stones. My heels would always get caught between the cracks, teetering between taking the next step and permanent disability. But there was something awfully romantic about treading on the same stones as Julius Caesar, and likely, Cleopatra, when the two of them would head out for a pizza.

I made the mistake today of finally checking up that one blog that Jason showed me, from the girl in San Francisco who has been blogging the whole Bar exam experience. It's her first time, and from what I read, undoubtedly her last and only. Her level of preparation is daunting and evokes all kinds of nausea and fear for a veteran like me. I suppose, across three attempts ("substantial step that goes beyond mere preparation"), I have done as much as her, and probably more. But I don't know. It all feels like a big blur at this point. I know I logged in many cold, lonely hours sitting at the most deserted parts of the library. Across San Diego and Los Angeles, no less. But those moments have fizzled into the air, in absentia, as the Bar exam has the unique ability to make time well spent, no time spent at all.

But you know, here we go, and it's OK. Today, I did a precious lot. Managed to get to the UCLA library pretty early and knock out a few MBEs. Took the bus around Westwood and had some Hawaiian at Ono. Packed it all up, said bye to Dozie, and crept along the 405, 101, and 134 until I was checked in here on Fair Oaks Avenue. Then laid by the pool, weighing whether or not I should waste another second preparing for the performance tests, with checklists in hand. (Natalia: "I decided the time I would use studying for PTs was better spent getting my hair done.") Meandered around Pasadena, just to do the dry-run walk to the testing center, and charted out tomorrow morning's path, stopping for a little Indian on the way back. Reviewed enough criminal procedure until I was bored to tears, and then brought corporations down to the hot tub to soak with me. Bar examiners, if you present me with a trusts question tomorrow, I will meet you in February 2006.

Anyway, I've tarried too long here, but I really wanted to say mille grazie for the calls, texts, IMs, and emails. One email was actually a personal story in disguise -- you know who you are, and I thought about your kindness for quite awhile. Everything will be OK. It's that simple, and thank goodness you pointed that out.

OK, ciao for now.

posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:22 AM