i passed the bar!!!!!
i passed the bar!!!!!
they didn't make it easy for me to find out. after that post about hoping to have stuff up by midnight, i got an email saying i had an "important posting" on the website. of course, i then kept trying to log in. i kept getting the same message, that the website was down in order to post results. finally, about an hour and a half later, i could log in to check my messages. i was on the phone with my mother at the time, and so i waited a few minutes to get off the phone with her and on the phone with Rob, since he would do a lot more to alleviate my stress than my mother would. turns out it was a tease. it wasn't a message about whether i passed--it was a message telling me i needed to harass a couple of previous employers about my character and fitness surveys. that pissed me off--why were they releasing that stuff on the same night as bar results? it only jammed the servers more, and made those of us who got those notices even more nervous for nothing!
finally, around eleven fifteen, i turned in for the night. i was tired, i was stressed, and the servers would probably be less slammed at 7am than they would right when results came out. right?
i checked my email at seven this morning when i got up, and had a notice timestamped around 1am saying that i had another posting on my ibaby profile. so, i tried to log in...and it wouldn't load. i tried again; it wouldn't load. i tried it and left it running when i was in the shower...and i came back to a 503 website capacity error. i tried one more time before i left for work, and still nothing. i was so stressed out that i was tempted to ditch work, but the foof basically pushed me out the door, so i went.
i tried not to check ibaby on my crackberry while i was on the train. i really did. but, around armitage, the anticipation got to be too much. i cleared out of fark.com, and went back to check ibaby just once.
this time it loaded like a charm.
i typed in my username and password, and that loaded immediately.
i clicked the link to my new message, and that loaded immediately.
i scrolled down, and read:
"Dear persecuted crack smoker,
We are pleased to advise that you have passed the July 2008 Illinois bar examination."
[okay, so they didn't actually call me the persecuted crack smoker, but you get the point.]
at least i'm now flailing and incoherent out of pure joy instead of pure nerves.