KHARMA HAPPENS

Yeah, it is true. Kharma happens. So, let's think about all of the good things we have done in this life and all of the bad. Whew. Okay. I think about it often.......
The Bar Exam ended today. After two 1/2 grueling and exhausting days, I dare anybody to say anything to me. Glad I live alone these days! Otherwise, I would probably be in the process of doing so....
Monday morning was all state specific essay work. Although you get to write your answers in these booklets you are given, there never seems to be enough space, and I am left handed. I am accustomed to printing my words....Anyway, I wrote front and back of the pages with my answers and got down to the last page. There is no way to really allow anybody to understand what type of serious challenge this is, unless you have participated in attempting to say what you have to say in limited time and space. (I hate restrictions...)
Oh, I just had an idea, maybe I am living on the wrong plane. The Valedictorian of one of the local, private high schools (that professes to have 100% college placement-the high school not the guy), ended up being a buddy of mine in college. We knew each other briefly in high school, and even less in college, but that is another story. Anyway, one day I just asked him what it was like to be so smart?! I was like, "Man, do you even know how brilliant you are?" He never studied. He never had to, and was a member of Mensa. I never even heard of Mensa until I met him....
Basically, he informed me that I should try acid. "It puts you on an entirely new plane." He informed me. WHA????
Okay, I never did acid. Maybe that is what is wrong with me now. Just kidding. The concept, however, perplexes me to this day.

Back to my original train of thought. Sorry.
Anyway, I wrote so much on Monday, and in alot of ways, it was a great feeling, to realize that you can write so much about the law. Afterall, it has not been an easy road for me to get here, and as far as the bar exam goes, it ain't my first dance, if you catch my drift. It was great to expel all of the information about legal theories that had been clogging up my brain for all of these months...
So, the day was fairly fine, and then, I went and hung out some Monday afternoon, reviewing my notes, but at the same time, trying to maintain calmness. Took the dog for a walk, and caught up on doing laundry, etc. (I know, strange, but doing laundry really makes me feel kind of good.)
Then, before I realized it, I was scrubbing little tiles on my bathroom floor, (by hand). Obsessive? Maybe.....I couldn't help it, I simply got caught up in scrubbing things around the apartment!!! I started washing down the cabinets.......
To be honest, the cleaning got a little out of hand, but that is not really interesting....
Okay, then, after I finally got to sleep that night, after studying for a few more hours, I was very rudely awakened by a booming male voice outside of my apartment. (No, it wasn't anybody for me...)
By the way, I don't live in a bad area of town, but things get crazy here sometimes, because it is sort of a college type neighborhood....(I wanted to feel young again, so I moved to this side of town last year.) You have to take the good with the bad, you know.
Anyway, so this dude, who is in a band that plays raggae, which is really very cool, in my opinion, was in the hallway yelling at his girlfriend. He was, very surprisingly, DRUNK!!!!
I opened my front door to just check on her on one hand, and on another hand to subtly REMIND them that I am in the middle of taking the bar exam, not drinking at the bar!
NOT that many people really care, especially when they are drunk. I realize this.
So...at about 1:30 a.m., after I asked if things were okay, he proceeded to insult a part of my body, and categorized me in a generally non-friendly way.
All I could say, at the top of my lungs, is "Oh HELL NO, you DIDN'T JUST GO THERE WITH ME."
So, I threatened jail time, and things got quiet again.
I try to be cool most of the time, and understand....because I have been young once, and I have been drunk once.....
But, this was not the time to be messing with me.
I had to get up really early the next morning, or late, as the case had it, and fought the rain and fog AND traffic across town to the testing center, which happened to ironically be in a church.....
So, I want to know what happens when you get about 500 lawyer wanna be's in a church all at one time..
Okay, Okay. Let's be nice....
The next day was to be a full 6 hours full of essays. Don't be fooled when I tell you that there were only six questions....There is a thing called "subparts".
I was signing in and I passed this guy sitting in his seat, early and obviously extremely nervous (his knuckels were very white), and he had about twenty gel writers lined up right in a row, on his table. I had two pens. I said, "Hey man, we know who to go to if we run out of ink."
I must admit the night before, I took my gel writers apart in order to check the ink...He responded, "You know it is your worst nightmare, running out of ink in the middle of the bar exam."
We shared a brief laugh, and then, I smiled for about the next ten minutes, worrying about his future as a lawyer, so nervous like that going into a courtroom. I surmized that experience would give him his first heart attack.
So, to make a long story, even longer...
In the middle of the second hour, I ran out of ink in my first pen. I AM NOT KIDDING YOU.....So, I briefly panicked and then patted myself on my back, figuratively, for brining a back up. I began writing with my backup pen, and the ink appeared to be in the pen, but nothing came out. I was scratching my answer. Oh man.
And, keep in mind, you just can't go up to somebody and ask to borrow a pen during the exam. You have to ask your proctor.
He supplied me with a crappy little pen that didn't write very nicely either, but at least you could see some semblance of ink...
I was so upset, but I continued to write.
My plan for lunch that day became a mission to go find a replacement ink pen "cartridge" since I could not eat. (I haven't eaten a meal in the past month and can't even remember what it was.) My diet has been abruptly changed to "safe foods", granola bars and crackers, oh and Sprite.
Okay. So, I go to Walgreens to find this ink pen cartridge....Come to find out, they don't carry them. Not just the one to fit in my pen, but not at all. Pencil leads, yeah. Hundreds of them.
Broke as I am these days, it is quite significant. In fact, I haven't even had any fancy coffees in weeks....other than real coffee, which I do love by the way.
The remaining experience followed the same, and then, at the end of my second day, my shoulders and back hurt so bad that I had to make an emergency call to my chiropractor. Thankfully, he is a wonderful man, and was happy to see me, even though I didn't have an appointment. I got an adjustment, and started crying in his office, telling him that he was the only person who made me feel special these days and that I really appreciated him. (Oh my goodness.)
I was in desparate need of Advil today. In fact, my head was pounding so hard, I figured everybody in the testing area could hear the throb or see my veins popping out of my head. I started talking to a girl I don't know and said, "Hey, would you happen to know anybody who might have an Advil or something?" I felt like a drug dealer. I am not really accustomed to asking people for things like that, but...I was really in serious peril.
It just so happens, she actually had some, so she hooked me up with some Advil Sinus, and I had to ask, "It is not nighttime, is it?" Well, DUH! She is right there with me taking the same test.
I felt really great about my Kharma at that moment, because as soon as I swallowed those two magic little pills, the headache dissipated and the day somehow came to an end.
Whew. I am really exhausted. Gotta get some sleep!
Besides that, I can't feel two fingers and my thumb on my right hand. Gotta go see the chiro again tomorrow...At least he will be nice.