I forgot. I left the bathroom door open when I started the shower. attack of the killer cat. claws and teeth around my ankle.

But what if you were having the baby anyway? Improvise, man. Cheat with the tools at hand.

Yeah, what ita said. I agree that nobody's going to plot to have a baby just so they can cheat on their bar exam, but if you have the baby anyhow ... there are people who could justify writing notes on the baby's back as making up for the study time they lost having the kid, or something, and it's really not the proctor's job to check every crevice of an infant and the diaper bag for cheat sheets.

I agree Stephanie should get extra time to pump, though. That's a physical need.

Many years ago, I was freaking about an exam and very carefully wrote notes in very faint pencil all over my coffee cup.

As it turned out, the process of transcribing the notes actually made me remember the material to the point that I never even glanced at it.

Many years ago, I was freaking about an exam and very carefully wrote notes in very faint pencil all over brenda.

As it turned out, the process of transcribing the notes quickly got out of hand and I missed the exam entirely.

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Stephanie, I hope it all gets sorted for you. I absolutely agree they should make some accomodation for a lactating woman. Still, you'll be post-partum, exhausted, and taking the bar exam, and right now you're pre-partum and studying for it. Assess the fight to see if it is worth your zen to fight.

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We get coyotes for neighbors here in LA. They just go walking down the streets at night. A few weeks ago, when I went to fetch Trudy from ND's place, and transport her off to LAX in the dawn hours, as I drove down the street, I saw one just standing in the street at the bottom of the hill, soaked in rain, looking like he was trying to catch a bus downtown or something.

I think he had a job interview he had to get to.

I think he had a job interview he had to get to.

If it was Assistant Manager of Killing and Eating Deer On The East Coast, I hope he got it.

I think he had an interview.

This one is missing a front leg. It looked well healed though, and the remaining front leg is now pratically in the middle. It didn't seem to slow him down. I know we've had a coyote problem in our town for quite a few years, but still, seeing it right in my yard was a little more excitement than I was bargaining for. Also, I still think it was a wolf. I know it wasn't a wolf. But my brain is still yelling WOLF. In fact, so is my mouth. Every few minutes, I just sort of yell out, "WOLF!" Ben is cracking up. Chris is ignoring me.

Stephanie, I know I forgot to say YAY YOU! on even anticipating doing all this. Way to go, new lawyer/mommy-to-be! And best of luck on studying the test, too.

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Gulp. Um, don't go outside?

I think he had a job interview he had to get to.

Bwah!

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Um, nice doggie?

Pictures of my hubby doing his half-ironman triathlon are up. I don't know how he gets around on those skinny legs of his. He would like you to know that the clock does not correctly reflect his time, as they start that clock when the pros begin, and he started in a later wave.