After typing in my social, this is the message I received on the Alabama Bar's website:
"Congratulations! Your name is being certified to the Alabama Supreme Court as having completed ALL of the requirements for admission to the Alabama State Bar.
You will be receiving further information from the Alabama State Bar."
(Aside: The webpage heading reads: "Bar Exam - PASSED")
You have to believe that I almost wet myself with excitement, and then went back, re-entered my social, and read it again. Then Wade did the same. And just now, as I'm writing this, I did it again.
I cannot believe how happy I am, how overwhelmed I am, and how excited I am to think that I can now begin my life. For those of you who aren't in this position, waiting to pass feels like you're living in a bubble. A kind of cranky bubble that doesn't smell like soap, but like something infinitely less pleasing.
For all of you who've been reading this, and following my crazy life, I want to thank you, thank you so much for even taking a minute out of your life to send good thoughts my way. It means more than you know. It's so easy to get wrapped up in our own day-to-day minutiae. (I know, because I do it all the time.)
I must have the best friends in the world. Wade and John are over the moon, the boy was so sweet when I called him, and Dena is throwing me a party next month. B. cried, she is so happy for me. I wish I could call my DATE, but he left his phone at home, and I'm not leaving a message with such important news. (Call me later.) I've had the best cheerleaders. Friends who have had to listen to my endless kvetching and worrying and second-guessing. I know I want a tiara to wear today, but all my friends deserve a medal for valor.
So it begins. If you need an attorney, I think I know who you should call.
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Kick ass, mamma, you're fanTAStic! I knew it, I knew it, I knew it....
I'm off on a crime spree, I'll need yoru number on speed dial - congrats, C!
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