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November 15, 2004
I don't know that, as a male shoe, I could really describe myself as "being all aflutter", but there are only a few ways to balance out the years of compliments on my schooling and the very insecure, rather anal retentive core of me-ness that drove me to be a lawyer. The random stranger on the phone, the new acquaintance, the old love, the parents--they all say the same thing, and I would love to have their conviction, but this is one where I did it all by myself, and their support, while both kind and wanted (and indeed, needed), isn't going to be enough to convince the bar examiners that I deserve to become a member of their elite--if not illustrious--little club. So while I try to sleep, and like all the other neo-natal-lawyers try to let thoughts of sugarplum bar examiners dance in my head, I'm also panic stricken. The beauty is: I've got about 8 hours until I know.This was Law , and it appeared on November 15, 2004 11:25 PM.
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