Three years ago today, I passed the bar exam.
May 2, 2020 23:24:39 GMT -5
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Post by Kat on May 2, 2020 23:24:39 GMT -5
On May 3, 2017, the results of our bar examination came out. The results of eight tests we took for eight subjects during four Sundays in November 2016, before we had to wait half a year to find out whether we passed, or had to retake the entire ordeal. The next six months came and went, and at times we'd be seized with that foreboding thought of "what if I don't pass". While some of my friends went on vacations, I and a number of others started looking for work with which to occupy our time (and so we could finally become productive members of society after spending five months sitting at our tables reading chunky law books and reviewers).
I'll never forget May 3, three years ago. I reported for work even though most of my friends stayed home, even went off the grid, waiting for a phone call that would tell them they passed the bar. I wanted to distract myself so I went to work, only to realize I couldn't type with my trembling fingers. I was waiting for 11:00 am, when the results would be announced on TV and the list would be available online for those who didn't want to travel to the Supreme Court in the heat and traffic.
Then it happened.
I got the news that I passed the bar, and that heralded the beginning of the new chapter of my life as a lawyer.
And three years later, I look back on it, all the pain, the work, the tears, the sweat that went into law school and then studying for the bar. How it was all worth it to see my name on the list of bar passers, to be able to take my oath, to be able to sign the Roll of Attorneys and be given my own license number. The thrill was nothing like I ever experienced, the emotional ride from nervousness to sheer euphoria, celebrating with my friends who also passed with me.
Three years later, it remains one of the best days of my life.
It felt so surreal, seeing how far I can push myself and how far I can go. And on that day, I went further than I ever dreamed I would.
I'll never forget May 3, three years ago. I reported for work even though most of my friends stayed home, even went off the grid, waiting for a phone call that would tell them they passed the bar. I wanted to distract myself so I went to work, only to realize I couldn't type with my trembling fingers. I was waiting for 11:00 am, when the results would be announced on TV and the list would be available online for those who didn't want to travel to the Supreme Court in the heat and traffic.
Then it happened.
I got the news that I passed the bar, and that heralded the beginning of the new chapter of my life as a lawyer.
And three years later, I look back on it, all the pain, the work, the tears, the sweat that went into law school and then studying for the bar. How it was all worth it to see my name on the list of bar passers, to be able to take my oath, to be able to sign the Roll of Attorneys and be given my own license number. The thrill was nothing like I ever experienced, the emotional ride from nervousness to sheer euphoria, celebrating with my friends who also passed with me.
Three years later, it remains one of the best days of my life.
It felt so surreal, seeing how far I can push myself and how far I can go. And on that day, I went further than I ever dreamed I would.
