Miles to Go Before I Sleep

The Grand Tetons, Wyoming

When asked, "How do you think that you did on the California Bar Exam?," my stock reply is "I don't know.  I'm moving forward with my life; that's all I can do."

So, in the spirit of moving forward, I have settled in to northern Illinois with Cat (a Maine coon).  We made the 2,100 mile trip and saw Yellowstone along the way.  Albeit brief, this was my "vacation" while we refocus our life on a new bar examination, one with an 89% pass rate.  True, I need to learn Illinois Constitutional law, and civil procedure, and to do so without a tutor or course, but I am prepared to dig in come 9/1/10 and to study for this exam with singular focus.  I am proceeding with Plan B; Plan A's objective (e.g. sitting for the Cal Bar exam for the 2nd time) has been achieved. (We won't speak of Plan C!)

So, today I have a stack of papers from the Illinois bar web site -- in 6 point font -- which I am wading through.  I have already sent off a request to mail my MPRE score to Illinois which requires a score of 80 versus California's 79.

In addition, Illinois is now requiring one's LSAC # on the bar application as well as on the actual MBE portion of the exam.  To find one's LSAC # use the following web site: http://lsaclookup.lsac.org/

Finally, I am completing a paralegal certificate here, with the intent of transferring my credits back to my school in California.  This will help me review criminal law and to learn family law procedures in this separate property state.

I have miles to go before I become an attorney. . . and miles to go before I sleep. . .

And, as for being in love and loving. . .perhaps it is also time to move life along?  Or, not. . .

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.