First, there was the decision of where to apply to the bar. For those not acquainted with this decision, it is rather monumental for the following reasons:
Where do I want to spend hundreds of dollars on the application? and
Where do I want to spend the rest of my life (ideally, because I don't want to take the two-day bar exam again somewhere else)?
This was not a quick or easy decision for me--and I changed my mind. Once it was made, I had to work hard to get it done (waiting would cost an extra $300--if I waited too long, it would block the exam entirely for six months!).
With that setup, let me tell you a little bit about how it came together. For Washington, most of the application has to be done online. Two components must be mailed in through regular slow mail, because they contain original signatures. Part One is the certification of two members of the bar (any jurisdiction) to sign that they believe I have good moral character (signed within five days of submitting the online application). Part Two is the Authorization and Release Form (allowing anyone to disclose any confidential information about my interactions with them).
Here is the play-by-play (from Sunday to Wednesday, today, the deadline):
- Sunday, an attorney at church agreed to be one of my moral-person signatures.
- Sunday night, forecasts were dire about freezing rain and snow, beginning Monday around noon.
- Later Sunday night, Rosebud's school announced a 3-hour early dismissal for Monday.
- Monday morning, I went to the bank to have the Authorization and Release Forms (in triplicate) notarized. It was cold, and it was gray, and it was ominous. The bank notary said she was likely not coming back after lunch.
- I then headed to All Clinic Rounds at noon. One of my clinic attorney-supervisors agreed to be my second signature of morality, as we were rushing off to Rounds.
- During Rounds, all classes after 2:00 p.m. were canceled.
- I prepared everything for mailing, and stopped off at the post office on the way home. Sleet was starting to sting my face on the way into the post office. The mailing part was done, though.
- During the 30-minute drive home, ice was forming on my windshield, despite the efforts of the wipers and the defrost.
- Within an hour of getting home, parked cars were encased in ice.
- Within three hours of getting home, the snow was swirling, laying down a layer on top of the ice, and the temperature was dropping.
- Rosebud came home safely, much to my window-vigil-keeping relief.
- Tuesday, yesterday, Rosebud had no school and, my classes before 11:00 a.m. were canceled.
- I finished the online portion and submitted the application for where I would like to spend the rest of my professional life.
- The deadline is today, Wednesday, by the close of business.
Although the sidewalks and parking lots were a glistening sheet of solid ice until about 10:00 a.m. yesterday, by about noon they were traversable. So, technically, assuming a notary had come to the bank by yesterday afternoon (and keeping the fact that the sleet and snow had not started early enough on Monday to cancel Rounds, at which time I got my second member-of-the-bar morality signature), I could have mailed my hard copy portion of the bar application yesterday afternoon or sometime today before classes.
I would have been a nervous wreck Monday night as I watched that swirling snow blanket the treacherous ice, thinking that it was probable I would not get to a notary and would not get to the post office the next day, especially considering all-too-recent experience.
Thankfully, that is not what happened and not even what I had to worry about, because things aligned for me to get everything I needed and for me to get to the post office just as the wintery mix began.
I also cannot express enough how thankful I am that Rosebud came home safely Monday night.
And that is the story of how I did not have a heart attack about either the application or my daughter's safety, let alone both.
On This Date . . .
2010: I realized that realistic conditions for LSAT full-length test practice included not taking the practice tests on my comfy bed! Thinking now about the practicing I will do for the bar . . .