the Bar


So as you’ve noticed, my posting has really fallen off over the last week or so. As I am now in super-intense, the Bar is my LIFE (and it sucks), I dream of the law, etc. mode now, I am officially going into blackout mode from now until the whole damn thing is over. You really should stick around until then because when I am normal (and can have alcohol!), I am really much more fun and less completely insane bitchy. There will be a post this week because I am participating in the 20sb blog exchange (click on the link on the right for more info about 20sb), I will be on twitter, and there may be a post here or there, but otherwise, this is GO TIME people.

I will try and post after the Bar, but as I plan on consuming ridiculous amounts of alcohol after day 2 and the boyfriend and I are going away on our top-secret post-bar (and, as it turns out, post-CFA results) trip (FYI, if you are not following me on twitter, I have a passport again! US DOS ROCKS), that may not happen. Or it may happen and it may be completely incoherent. We shall see. Otherwise, I will see you all on the flip side right around August 3rd.

xo,

fifi

PS I probs. will twitter Top Chef again, but we all know those are cheater posts and don’t really count.

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Peeps, I am feeling overwhelmed. VERY overwhelmed. Maybe this is the normal pre-Bar freakout, but I just feel like there is SO much to know and there is no way to know it all.

We had the simulated MBE on Monday and I did well in theory. I finished with an hour to spare on both sections (that’s just how I work on these things. It’s not ideal, but I find that if I go back and check my answers, I end up going away from my gut and bad things happen. On the practice, I did that on a couple of questions I wasn’t sure about and on all of them ended up changing from the right answer to a wrong answer). Anyway, the average score on the simulated test was a 105 and they say if you are at least in the 90s you’ll be fine. I got a 114, so that’s decent, but here’s the thing: I feel like it’s a complete fluke. I can’t explain it any better than that.

I am worried.

Let’s just say it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad time that luckily had a happy ending (although perhaps not a particularly happy ending from my mac’s point of view), but not before tears were shed.*

*If you happened to be in the East Side Apple Store this afternoon and saw someone looking on the verge of a meltdown, then you probably had a fifi sighting. When everything was said and done and I was driving home, I called the boyfriend to tell him the whole story. When I got to this point, he just sighed and was like “You were that girl, weren’t you?” Yes, indeed. Bar-related things are extremely stressful, people.