From Agony to Ecstacy

Forty eight hours ago, nearly to the minute, I put down my number two pencil and closed my test booklet.  From somewhere in the back of the room came a Whoop and a scream, and with a scattering of halfhearted applause, several hundred exhausted people staggered out of the chilly, concrete-floor hotel ballroom that had seen our fifteen hours of stress-filled test taking misery.

Within two hours, my husband had arrived, and we went out for margaritas and I tried to process the end of my bar experience.  The test was very hard, harder than I thought.  The Alabama bit had some very specific questions that I was unable to answer (e.g. how long does a Defendant have to amend an answer of right after a Plaintiff has amended her complaint?), but there were also enough open-ended questions that I could at least prove to somebody out there that I’d studied.  The Multi State performance test (MPT) – the one where you get some materials and write up a brief – went ok.  It was time pressured, but I knew it would be, and I think I managed the time ok.  The Multi State Essay (MEE) also went ok – I’m sure I missed some points, but am equally sure that I got a good amount.  The final day of testing, the multiple choice, was not awesome.  Coming out of it, we were all in agreement that they were harder than we were expecting.  But it’s over, and I won’t think about it much until about a week before scores come out.  That will be a high stress week.

Now we are in Santa Fe, and I am doing my best to eat as many variations of Filling Wrapped in Tortilla Smothered in Green/Red Chile that I can manage.  A few pictures for now . . .

Nice looking room, nice looking man

A very relevant monument

The Rio Grande

The little door to our private balcony

One of two private balconies off this room