I am a daughter, a mother, a wife — master of my home on most days, a confused spectator on others. I have achieved an advanced degree, and must wait until the end of September to find out if it is worth the paper it is printed on. I am supposed to be spending every waking hour studying to pass the bar so that I may join the ranks of attorneydom, but I am an expert in finding ways to avoid the task at hand. I am a riddle in nine syllables, wait, that’s Sylvia Plath. I never really liked her work…
Update on 10/3/07 — Fortunately, starting a blog four days before taking the bar exam did not have a negative impact on the outcome. I passed with points to spare (whether there may have been more points if I had spent my time studying instead of writing is irrelevant; no one asks what you scored, just if you passed). So now I am supposed to be spending every waking hour searching for a job requiring my new license, but I am still far better at procrastinating.
Update on 12/30/07 — I will be starting my new job in 2008. I am so happy to rejoin the ranks of the gainfully employed, and I know that my bank account will be grateful as well. Even my daughter told everyone she knew that “Mommy finally got a job!” Thank God I was hired — we couldn’t have made it scraping by any longer, and my ego was taking a daily beating.
Update on 4/5/08 — Well, that didn’t last long. It appears there was a reason all of my daydreams (and nightmares) during law school about my future as an attorney featured me, solo, as my own boss. It was my destiny. So, having just hung out my shingle, I am scrambling to make the absolute most of it — and loving every minute of it! Now let’s see if I can pay the bills and still squeeze in time for family and friends. The adventure begins!
Just a quick note from a fellow mother (3 young daughters- we laugh, we cry, we scream at each other occasionally), a fellow recent law school grad, and awaiting October bar results: I was incredibly moved by your blog and prayer to St. Jude. It is good to know as “mothers-in-the-law” we are not alone. Oddly enough, it is my children that became the glue for sticking it out with law school and the bar. I never regret the nights reading Green Eggs & Ham and the Lorax, instead of contract law text. However, it is slightly odd to hear my 6-yr-old ask often, “mom, did you pass the bar.” Hopefully in less than a week, the answer will be yes.
Best regards, Rebecca Levine
If anyone’s wondering, yes, she passed. Way to go, Rebecca! (Hope she has better luck than I in actually finding a job.)