Q: What is the sound of one girl winging it?

It's 8:19am. Across the street, they've just opened the doors to the examination hall. I'll leave here in a few minutes, get set up, and breathe deeply until it starts. And then until it finishes.

The rooms in which the exam is administered are the very same in which John Kerry spoke all those conventions ago, before he was the nominee. I remember thinking that I liked him. He was funny enough. He made a joke about his prostate. Gotta love prostate jokes. I thought, yeah, okay, I could back this guy.

The next day, Howard Dean spoke in front of general session and I had found my pony.

I find myself wondering each day if it's a good omen or a bad omen that the test is held where it is. Kerry lost, but overall, I won by leaving school and working for him. Leaving school is what landed me in Sacramento for this particular sitting of the Bar anyway - so I guess there's some kind of circular harmony there. Or something.

That or the room has a loser's aura and we're all doomed. Do they report passage rates by city?

It's 8:22am now. It's time to go. Best case scenario: Civil Procedure (PJxn and/or SMJxn, but no preclusion issues, please); Evidence; Crim Law/Pro (even though I don't feel solid on it). Worst case: CP again, PR on two questions, and Corp because it's the issue I know most thoroughly and thus am least capable of answering in Barese.

8:24am. Almost there . . . .