1. I spent the Saturday before the bar reading Harry Potter.

2. I spent the Sunday before the bar driving from El Paso to Austin.

3. I spent the Monday before the bar taking practice tests, trying not to freak at how little I knew and how I'd studied so much less than everyone else.

4. I spent the Tuesday evening of the bar sleeping (okay, and re-reading Harry Potter).

5. I spent the Wednesday evening of the bar watching TV (yeah... and re-reading Harry Potter)

6. I spent the Thursday lunch break during the bar crying on the phone to my mom about how I was going to fail because I didn't know the subject of the first essay.

7. I spent the next three months simultaneously trying not to think about the bar and praying that I'd passed it. You try praying for something without actually thinking about it. It's effing hard, y'all.

8. I spent the nine months following the bar wallowing in the depths of unemployment and stubbornly refusing to leave El Paso.


Sometimes there are happy endings, even if it's hard to see this week.