[Without skipping a beat, the conversationalist from Bar Exam FAQ #4 continues on...] So, do you feel ready? How do you think you are going to do?
Honestly, I think I'm going to die before I even sit down to start my first essay. Panic attacks like these must mean something, right? And if I can't sleep, how, I ask you - HOW am I supposed to memorize a damn thing?
The only thing I am ready for is the look of disappointment in everyone's eyes when the results are posted in October or November or whenever it is that they do that. Because, you see, there is no possible way that my every bar exam dream is going to come true. Oh no.
There won't be an essay on Wills or Family Law. Just because I need those to pass this damn thing. I won't see a happy little question on the concurrent estates in land. Or anything on contracts. No easy evidence question where I simply hope that I'm picking the right hearsay exceptions...
In return for some horrific karmic debt that I have accrued, there NV will feature its first full essay ever on Commercial Paper, another essay on Secured Transactions, another on the shit that I can't remember about Corporations and some weirdness on Civil Procedure I didn't even know I was supposed to study.
And the professional responsibility question that I know I'm going to get? Guaranteed to be on that Sarbanes Oxley stuff that I didn't look at. Crimes? I assure you that it will be something weird about wandering livestock, because I said, hmmmm, I don't think they're going to ask about this, so let me concentrate on stuff like murder.
Let's see... that leaves two other questions that they can ask about. Probably security interests in land because they're right up there with security interests in collateral on my list. The last one will be the most hideous crossover question that has ever existed. I promise you that it will involve conflicts, remedies (not injunctions or specific performance either) and something else I'm not expecting like Torts.
The MPT, my one and only savior (which I haven't looked at in well over a month, so it might not be my savior after all) will be some crazy maze with a fake UCC section on something like letter of credit rights (#12 on the list of collateral, the only thing I know about Secured).
What's that, dear friend? You don't know what I'm talking about and you nodded off there for a second? Let me sum it up.
No, after two months, I'm still not ready. No, I haven't left the house in six days. (Yes, my hair looks like shit, I know, but I have been showering.) No, I don't want to talk about it. And, please, please please don't ask me how I think it went after it's done, okay?