The Post-Bar Exam Post

1. The essay portion of the bar exam was not too bad. There weren't any ridiculous questions that were completely out of left field, like usual, and I feel like I followed all the instructions, CRAC etc. All in all, I'm pretty sure that I passed the essay portion and I'm hoping I even got extra points to help out my MBE score if I need it.

2. The MBE sucked...SUCKED. I'm just so exhausted I don't want to even talk about it anymore, but I'm praying that I passed.

3. On the MBE day, I walked out of the Tulsa Convention Center for our 40 minutes lunch break and immediately got a phone call from my landlord telling me that my apartment got broken into and that I needed to come home and talk to the police. So I dash home, walk in to see: my closet had been ransacked, all my jewelry was gone, my kitchen window was broken, my dishwasher was kicked in, there was liquid make-up poured all over my vanity table and there was blood wiped on my walls.
The police caught him running down the street, so I was able to go and retrieve my belongings and get back to the bar exam just in time to do the shitty afternoon portion.
Here is a picture of the guy...I think he was in the middle of a meth binge.


4. I am very thankful that Jack wasn't at home during the break-in. He was at Jackie's apartment...so thankful, because he would have been roadkill, seriously. I'm also thankful that me, Kelli and/or Sara weren't there studying, like usual. Ew, that would have been freaky.

More blogging to come, time to relax.