Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Texas Bar Exam

Due to a laptop malfunction on the first day of the bar exam, I have spent every subsequent day convinced that I failed the bar exam. Per usual, I took my pessimism to extremes and haven't even hung my framed artwork in the new house. You know--just in case I'm fired, lose the house and have to move out. (I'm rolling my eyes right along with you.) Today, as I walked from a partner's office to my own, I hit the refresh button on the browser on my iPhone, pulled up the pass list, and found my name. The surge of relief was every bit as powerful as when I found out I passed in California.

That's it. The final step in my relocation to Texas. Y'all are stuck with me now!