As a birthday present, my s.o. bought me one of those DNA tests that tell you what your dog is.  The perfect gift – too frivolous to justify getting myself but, oh man, was I excited to find out.  Of course, the test takes two to three weeks to process.

Meanwhile, the bar examiners release results weeks and agonizing weeeeeeks after the exam.

Last Friday was momentous.  I found out I have officially been approved to join the Oregon Bar, and I found out that the best dog in the world is an Akita/Collie/Australian Shepard/German Shepard/Shar-Pei(?!) certifiable mutt.

It was a good weekend.

I am good at compartmentalizing.  I mean, really good.  I managed to shelve worrying for three solid months, concentrating on meetings and networking and interning. 

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Coming up with things to write about during this time is difficult.  By “this time”, I mean the state of limbo between taking the bar and getting results, job hunting while almost a lawyer, and generally wondering whether the law degree you worked so hard for is any better than that liberal arts degree you thought (at the time) you were working hard for.  I certainly don’t want this blog to turn into a rambling whine-fest about job hunting and running out of money.  Which is why you didn’t hear from me last week.

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