I do not envy those of you around the country taking the bar this week. In fact, I empathize with your plight.
I lived in Brooklyn when I studied for the New York and New Jersey bar exams. I remember hearing nightmare stories about commuters to the Javitz Center in Manhattan, who missed the exam because of subway problems. So I arrived two hours early and waited by the pier where the Circle Line docks. I looked out over the Hudson River and waited for the inevitable. I would have thrown up, but I hadn’t eaten in a day or two so there was no momentum. In the end, I did not have time for anxiety or nervousness. The exams were over before I knew it, and luckily, I passed both. You will too — the odds are in your favor.
