I Wish They'd Have Called Me
I get nervous about Bar Results!
This has happened on and off in the nearly two months since I took the thing, but the Results are being released this Friday morning, which has been bringing it all a bit closer to home lately.
We lie in bed, the DNB nearly asleep.
"I'm nervous about the Bar," I tell him. "I can't sleep."
"Oh, it's okay honey," he responds, sleepily. "You did awesome."
"But you don't know that," I argue. Which is true, although an unnecessary diminution of his encouraging words. I'm in the mood for proof.
"I do," he mumbles, eyes closed. "They called me. They said . . . you did . . . awesome."
He snores a little.
This has happened on and off in the nearly two months since I took the thing, but the Results are being released this Friday morning, which has been bringing it all a bit closer to home lately.
We lie in bed, the DNB nearly asleep.
"I'm nervous about the Bar," I tell him. "I can't sleep."
"Oh, it's okay honey," he responds, sleepily. "You did awesome."
"But you don't know that," I argue. Which is true, although an unnecessary diminution of his encouraging words. I'm in the mood for proof.
"I do," he mumbles, eyes closed. "They called me. They said . . . you did . . . awesome."
He snores a little.
2 comments:
It's true, actually. They called me, too.
Have you people never heard of conferencing someone in? 3-way, baby, ask any high schooler.
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