i'm really sick to death of having two weeks to decide whether i want to continue the masochistic experiment i like to call the bar exam. every time i get the results, my first instinct is to walk away and go in a different direction, followed closely by the realization that i will, in fact, take the damn thing, most likely up until the day before the world gets swallowed by a giant space octopus. which is then followed by sending in another hefty check to the fine folks at the supreme court and making expensive hotel reservations.
because i am, of course, failing by only a handful of points.
and it seems within reach.
but after taking it four times with nearly the same results, i'm starting to feel like the definition of insanity.
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