So I passed the bar. Whee!
I actually found out on Monday, sort of. But that was just an online list of the seat numbers of people who passed, so it didn’t quite feel real yet.
Then, on Wednesday, I got the letter in the mail saying I had passed. Except the letter also said that I had not passed the character and fitness evaluation yet, so I was not yet cleared for admission and maybe I should call this number to sort that out? So it didn’t quite feel real yet.
Finally, yesterday, a letter came in the mail informing me that I had cleared character and fitness and I had now officially satisfied all requirements for admission to the bar.
And yet somehow, it doesn’t quite feel real. Maybe because my boss, when I said “hey! I’m a lawyer now!” said to me “you graduated law school and passed the bar, but that doesn’t make you a lawyer. You’re not a lawyer. Talk to me in ten years. Maybe then you’ll have the experience to be called a lawyer.”
I say eff that. From now on, I respectfully request that you address all correspondence to Pseudostoops, Esq.
Been lurking a bit these past few days, but figure this is good a time as any to introduce myself. First, CONGRATULATIONS. In my eyes, if you can legally represent me in court, draw up legal documents and get my tail out of jail, you are most definitely a lawyer. Very exciting and don’t for a minute let some old timer tell you otherwise. Now, the introduction. I found you from another blog (now I can’t remember which) and I am a fellow Chicago blogger. Hello!
Man, your boss is such a party pooper. Congratulations!
Psudo, Esq.
Congrats
Mazel tov! Your boss is a world class prick! How many situps and pushups do you have to be able to do to pass the fitness portion of the bar?
P.S. You can now be admitted to D.C. – anyone who’s a member of the bar anywhere can be admitted in D.C. Just a form to fill out.
Congrats on becoming a lawyer. Your boss has issues.
Now you can sue your boss
Congrats lady! Let’s celebrate! Time and place and my hungry belly will be there
Now, see…that’s a Patti Hughes move. Um, so be careful.