Well the bar exam is but a couple days away and I am making my trek back to Chicago. My flight out of Portland was at 7 am which meant a 5am wake up time. I didn’t mind when I thought my flight was getting me in to O’Hare at 11am…
Plan: foiled. After a delay in Portland and a quick sprint to my gate here in Philly I have come to find out my flight will not be leaving from here until 10:45am… AT THE EARLIEST. Splendid! Looks like I will be doing some practice MBE questions and trying to memorize some outlines from the always lovely Gate B10. At least I have treated myself to a breakfast sandwich and a fountain soda.
Between the heat, the self imposed ban on music, the sleeping outside, the flight delays, inter alia, simply getting to the days that are the bar exam appear to be turning into more like the Warrior Dash rather than the Chicago Marathon. It kind of makes me laugh—but I think in a nervous laughter kind of way.
