Throwing clay at the wall

Today, Sunday, I submitted an essay for grading to the Barbri gods. It was a contracts question. And it was not pretty. Writing an hour-long essay answer should be practiced, oiled, perfected and skillful. For example, it should resemble a master craftsman picking up a hunk of raw material, then carving, sculpting, molding and manipulating it until the image of an angel is released. In actuality, what I did was a gigantic mess. It felt like I was picking up a wet glob of clay and attempting to throw a pot on a kick wheel: ker-clunk, ker-clunk, ker-clunk and finally *splatter* against the wall. I have seen children destroy sand castles with more skill and precision than what I wrote on my essay.

Contracts was suppose to be easier than property. I didn't feel the need to cry after reading the outlines. I got slightly higher scores on the contracts multiple choice. It was above 50%. But nothing came together on the essay. Spot the issue. Check. Write about the issue? Um. I don't understand the question.

But that is over now. It is in the hands of the Barbri gods. Passing is 65%. I don't even know. I don't want to know for a while. I could have done better. I need more practice. I need to keep going until I can carve an angel out of marble.

On a different note: I promised everyone who supported my baking project a batch of gratuitous brownies. My baking project got funded. Yay! Unfortunately, Amazon keeps the funds for 14 days after the project is charged to the patrons. Meaning, I can't access it for 14 days. Nuts. But that won't stop me. I've got a brand new oven to play with and several pounds of chocolate. My schedule has changed slightly. I listen to lectures and do stuff in the morning. Practice problems and quizes in the afternoon. And then bake in the evenings. My brain shuts off at around 6pm every night. It makes me do stupid things. Like pick up hot baking sheets with my bare hands. Or epilate a sensitive spot guaranteed to cause prolonged pain.

After a rainy weekend in SF, I'm headed back to Berkeley. Official baking project will start on Wednesday. There's butter to be bought.