My parents were supposed to return from a backpacking trip on Saturday. Well, at least that’s what I thought. Really they were not due back until Sunday.
I wasted no time however in tweeting that they had been eaten by bears and asking my best friend if I could borrow her parents. The bar exam is in a week. There is no time for mourning. Besides, they would have wanted me to take the exam despite their grizzly death.
Of course my parents were not eaten by bears, but they did see one, which is pretty cool.
When they finally got home Sunday night I had to control myself from yelling at them as if they were teenagers out past curfew. I had no idea that their eight day trip would have this affect on me.
My dad asked me how I was doing. I said, “I don’t know.” ”Why?” “Because I’m studying for the bar and it’s in a WEEK!” I hurriedly responded, choking back the urge to scream as I did my very best to keep it together. “Oh. That. You’ll be fine. You’re going to pass.”
I wiped away tears as I let that sink in. My parents have absolute confidence in me. They always have. Their confidence in me motivates me to do my best and it gives me the confidence to feel completely invincible. This isn’t to say that I have not failed or overreached. What it means is I am not afraid to try. My parents have instilled in me a confidence so great that there is no task too hard or mountain too tall to climb. It is the greatest gift they have given me.
So, California Bar Exam, I am armed with a J.D., three months of studying, three killer bar exam outfits, my favorite pens, an array of highlighters, one specially sharpened pencil, and twenty-seven years of encouragement and confidence building from the two most incredible people I know.
I’m ready for you. You’re going down.
See you in a week.