Earlier today I passed the notoriously difficult, six-hour Patent Bar exam and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so good (in context) or relieved. I’ve never been one to get too celebratory about achievements, but I can’t lie, I’m pretty proud of this one.
It’s a good thing I passed this first time, because I’m not sure what else I could have done to prepare for it. I BUSTED MY FUCKING ASS. Had I not passed, I wouldn’t have been able to take it again until sometime after the California Bar, and by then I surely would’ve forgotten all that I had learned. It was kind of a dumb move to wait so long to take it (and remove the option of ‘quickly’ retaking it had I not passed), but to be honest, I’m not sure I would have passed without the added pressure.
I’m headed out tonight for some well-deserved fun, and tomorrow, when I emerge from my imminent alcohol-induced coma, I’ll be sure to reply to all of the e-mails and voicemails I’ve been sitting on and might publish a few posts as well.
I’ve been holding down the bat cave in crazy, stressed, isolate-myself-from-the-world mode for a while now and can’t wait to get back to normal. Unfortunately, I’m going to have to balance all of that catch-up stuff with the fact that I’ve got four law-school finals starting in two weeks and I’ve done next to nothing for most of my classes, not to mention that there are nine outstanding Google Hacks (3rd edition) chapters for me to edit. Ugh.