I've been thinkin bout the doorbell.
My friend who double-examed passed the Maryland and failed the Mass. Thank god. She only needed one. And she found out Mass first, which is why I hadn't heard from her. Recently, my friends who are not law students have commented on how this experience has, from their outside perspective, created tight-knit family members of people who've barely known each other for a short time. Funny, it's true really. Though, those of you who read this blog already know that, as my blogger-bar friends have become my extended family throughout this process. In the past two months, my co-workers have become part of that, too, and it was really hard this weekend. We went out for dinner, drinks, and dancing tonight, and it felt good. Even though it wasn't me who found out my results this weekend, I was right there with them, and I think they're happy that, above all else, they can plan now. They know where they stand. I think that's the mercy in failing: you know what you have to do. Me, I'm still swinging in the wind. I know, poor me, but you know what I'm saying. I woke up at 8am today, on a Saturday, with vicarious stress and personal fear. I just want it over. But...I don't.