I heard about that! I actually made a comment somewhere else that what she did is really impressive, period. But I also think it was a sort of easy decision. You spend 6 weeks studying 8 hours a day for the bar and it is never more in your head that right after graduation. So to walk away and leave all that knowing that you would have to come back in Feb and do it all again (probably $800 for the test plus a review class) with a very young infant would be even harder.

(Not that I ever want to take the bar exam while in labor.)

I suspect her opponents in court aren't going to be successful at distracting her with theatrics.

Read that story, and one of the comments or lines was something like "...try to tell HER that motherhood makes women conflicted politicians" or something like.

I snerked pretty hard.

Ms little i ita, don't you talk about white people being up in everywhere like it's a bad thing. Why you trying to keep us down?

And you just don't wash OFF!

Today's brownie cupcake has oreo topping. Less gross than I was expecting.

Yesterday dragonfly shoes. Today dragon shoes. Tomorrow, my shoes will be fly.

I wondered why she didn't delay the bar until February until I read she had two clerkships already lined up -- district and sixth circuit. Sigh. Screw her.

Today is Day of the Tino, here. Of the three projects I've worked on so far, none could be completed because someone else couldn't be bovvered to check their work, and thus screwed up.

Oh, no, FOUR. Except the fourth is now finished, with apologies from the Tino, which I think makes him not a Tino.

Downside of working from home: can't hover menacingly over Tino's desk until he gives me what I need.

Upside of working from home: I can drink on the job.

I vote ita rock some fly kicks tomorrow.

re: Google+, I wonder if this is a clash of cultures.

I dunno, a lot of the younger folk I know through drag (granted that means they tend to be kinda counter culture) may have signed up for Facebook with real names, buy occasionally go in and change it to some pseud to make themselves Less recognizable or something.

Have I shared my bar exam story here before? I might have and it's not as dramatic, but...

Ellie was 7 weeks old when I took the bar so still nursing every 3 hours. I got permission to take my pump but they weren't going to give me any extra time. I nursed her right before I left and figured I would be okay until the lunch break. (Four hours away from when I left hotel.)

But there was a giant clusterfuck with administering the exam and we started almost 2 hours late. All I could think about those two hours was my about-to-explode boobs. But once I actually started the test, I was fine and honestly didn't think about it once. I chalk it up to amazing adrenaline and the fact that I knew I wouldn't see Ellie at lunch time. (Asked my mom to keep her away until dinner time.)

Our lunch was very short due to the delays in the am and I spent that time pumping, shoving a ham sandwich in my mouth, and reviewing outlines. The second day was much better.

Yeah, the people I know on Google+ are probably ten and twenty years younger than me, and half of them signed up with outlandish noms des souris.

God, people, this cupcake is insane. INSANE.

My new boss says that I can eat chocolate for breakfast because I'm young. I tried to tell him it's because I'm stupid, and I'm not actually young, but he refuses to believe me. He has a fairly neutral face--he could be my age, my apparent age, or ten years older. But how old is too old, medically, for choco-brekkie?

ita - the day after you're dead (possibly due to a stroke or heart attack)