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Saturday, September 08, 2007

Post-Bar Days of My Life in Calif:


More than a month has passed me by since I took the gruelling Calif bar. We locked ourselves up for 8 weeks, solitary confinement while flanked by the bar books. We broke down, we cried, we were stressed out and decharged. We only talked to each other and only in legal lingo un-understandable by the naked ear. We sat down for 10 to 15 hours a day studying, memorizing, and forgetting it all at the end of the day. We were confused and scared, me more than the rest. After all, I am only a persian girl.

Then came the dreaded day, the dreaded three days to be exact. We got up at 7, filled our tanks with caffeine, sat on assigned seats, wrote wrote wrote, or filled in the bubbles for the multiple choice, went on an hour lunch, came back for more writing until our backs broke and our fingers bruised, went back to the hotel room, talked on the phone with similarly situated friends, watched TV, went to bed getting ready for the next day! By the end of the third day we were all exhausted, yet happy for it to be over. We got to celebrate and go back home. We celebrated with wine and chocolate and went home to sleep the three years from hell and the eight weeks of more hell off, only I could not sleep it all off as wealthy cousin in NY had gotten us tickets to NY as a graduation gift to attend the family reunion!

NY, my dream vacation spot! Only it turned out to be more of a nightmare. July 2007, Cousin's mansion in Atlantic beach, immediate and distant relatives in attendance, dozens of new faces, early breakfasts, hours of sitting around talking family matters, no time to de-stress nor sleep or rest! I hated NY and its humid days and nights spent with family members from far and wide! All of a sudden OC did not seem as boring and dull as it truly was. I wanted to go back home in a NY milli-second!

Back home in OC, tons of letters from the lenders from whom I had borrowed over a 100,000 dollars awaited me! The endless search for a job and the painful interviews and couch sitting days watching TV is driving me insane. The wait for the bar results due in November is unbearable. Life is hell as an unemployed law grad awaiting the results, pure hell I am telling you. I had heard lawyers go to hell but had no idea it starts as early as the first year of law school and keeps on going! Hell-a-luja! Viva Law School!

Update: So I did finally get a job. I am now working at an immigration law firm all the way in Long Beach. I get up at 6, leave at 6:40, drive over an hour and a half to the office, do research and write motions and writs and fill out forms and interview clients and nag with a friend from school who works there with me. Hell is still my life and I see no way out!!! This is not my dream job and I need the bar results before I go totally nuts!

Updatee: After a couple of weeks the immigration law does not seem too bad! Though it is a lot of pressure and loads of stress and tons of deadlines and infinite forms and motions to re-open and endless memos to the boss and writs of mandates to the INS now USCIS, it kinda feels good helping those who are going through the same things my family and I have been through. I actually got 2 of my friends from school, a persian guy and a vietnamesse girl, interviews and that also feels good. Once they get the job it will be us 4 whittier law grads conquering the world of immigration! However, my heart is still with IP and entertainment law, I am not going to complain though any more, not until Novemebr the 16th that is!

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