My Timing Is Off

A few days (weeks, whatever) my friend Jamie commented on my blog and reminded me that she's about to take the bar. This made me search all over this blog to find the insane rantings I wrote before I took that muthascratchin' test. And talk to friends. And then some more friends. And then some other friends who really deserve pieces of my bar card because they didn't kill me before I took the test.

But something occured to me the other day. I discussed it with Wade. Should we tell Jamie about my thought, or should we not? We decided that I should, but because I am an awful narcisstic person, I only remembered tonight. Tonight is far too late to send Jamie a Facebook message. She's about a week away from the terror.

But if you read this, Jamie...there's a good chance that there will be a question on the Alabama essay part of the exam that deals with the oil spill. I say this because I took this bar in 2008, right after a few hurricanes affecting Mobile and its islands, and there was a question about the insurance liabilities involved.

I didn't know jack about the question, so I wrote a public policy answer. And I passed. So don't feel like you have to suddenly study maritime law, international law, corporate law, every freaking kind of law which affects the situation.

I just don't want you to go in blindsighted. And if you want me to remove your name, let me know.

You'll be awesome. I know that doesn't help right now. I know nothing helps. But you've got all of my, Wade's, and a girl you've never met, good wishes on your side.