Today was the first day of the Bar. I moved into my hotel room yesterday and kept cramming as much into my head as possible. I went to bed early, and of course - as life would have it, I couldn't sleep . . . ALL night. Whether it was the insufficient AC, the flat pillows, or my nerves telling me the storm is coming, I tossed and turned every hour of last night until the alarm hit 6:45am . . . I woke up this morning tired but ready for battle. And guess what? I felt like I victoriously knocked the essay portion out of the park. However, the unexpected threat of the Performance Test was the killer of my short lived joys. I was sad and felt like I might have possibly failed it. Not surprisingly, my castigating self came out to play and welcomed the many possibilities of why and how I failed the PT. I took a candlelit bath to suppress that merciless voice. So here I am (with my usual glass of wine). I did absolutely no reviewing the rest of the evening and am just too tired to squeeze anything out of me. Tomorrow is the the multiple choice section of the exam. 6 hours. 200 questions. Fun stuff. 1/3 of the way there. I. Can. Do. This.
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