I feel loved

I guess people really cared how I did on the bar. My blog hits skyrocketed on the 17th. At least, that's how I'd like to interpret it.

Anyhow, the job hunt began in earnest yesterday. Like I say every autumn, I'd like to have a job lined up by Christmas. But this time I really mean it! I'm probably going to buy a place wherever I move ('cause I need a patch of grass for Rainer), and I don't want to be jumping into the real estate market at the last second.

The options aren't great so far - I feel a force field trying to keep me in Florida... which is fine, I guess. It means I don't have to take another bar exam.

I did it!

I passed! Congratulations to everyone else who passed.

Celebrations are cut short, as I've got to take my dog to the vet.

On my way home from school to get my file number, I stopped by the grocery store to get a sixpack - I figured if I fail, I'll drink it... and if I pass, I'll drink it too! Anyone in Gainesville is more than welcome to come over for a beer tonight!

Oops

I'm sitting in class, and realized that I forgot my file number at home... it's going to be a loooong day.

I just realized

Bar results come out a week from today. I probably won't know for another week after that, because I don't remember my file number. Oh well, opening a letter is more exciting anyhow! Ooo the tension (funny, I can joke about it now - I don't feel crazy apprehension)

Edit: I guess I'll be looking online afterall. My friend said you just look it up by the number that's on all the papers they send to you. I've got tons of those papers lying around.