Monday, January 16, 2012

Making it "official"

When someone asks me what I do for a living, it always makes me pause. Some would say that I am an attorney because I graduated from law school, passed the bar, and have been sworn in to my state bar association. However, I don’t yet feel like an attorney. I do not have a job, have never represented a client, and am still too nervous to even give out unsolicited legal advice. Usually I end up answering the question with an overly-long description of my status as a law school graduate… bar admittee… applying for jobs… bad economy… student loans… and it trails off into nothingness as the asker smiles politely and mentally regrets having asked me the question.

This made me wonder, when will it be “official”? When will I feel confident enough to answer this question without hesitation? Will it be when I pay my first round of bar dues? When I am hired by a law firm or government organization? When I have my name on an office door, or on a business card with a company logo? When I earn my first paycheck? When I first speak on the record? When I submit my first brief? Win my first case?

These questions made me think of my very short-lived teaching career. I was fresh out of college with a degree in Classics, having never taught a day in my life. My junior high school alma mater offered me a teaching position despite my lack of teaching degree and experience. I found myself on the first day of class, 7:30 am, petrified, with dozens of pairs of adolescent sleepy eyes blinking up at me. I had prepared for this class for hours, creating meticulous lesson plans, mentally running over my introduction and the major points of my lecture, and creating handouts for class time and homework. Despite this prep work, I felt completely unprepared and inadequate, certain that my students would see right through me, or would hate me, or (worse) would ignore me.

I suspected that the middle schoolers could smell fear, so I put on my bravest face, took a deep breath, and dove into my memorized introduction monologue. I know I spoke too quickly, that I stumbled over a few of my words, and that I probably said some things that made no sense. However, I survived that first lesson, and by the end of the week, I felt like I was well on my way towards earning the title of “teacher” despite my lack of experience or credentials. The lesson that I learned was “fake it till you make it”, which served me well that first exciting, frustrating and terrifying year of teaching.

I applied this lesson a few months ago when my son was born. The nurses handed me a wiggling, screaming, messy bundle and congratulated me on becoming a mother. At that moment I felt overwhelmed and exhausted and nothing like a mother, but I smiled and thanked them and introduced myself to this new foreign creature. I figured I should act like a mom, and the truth would soon follow, as it did with the teaching job. After the first few uncomfortable weeks, filled with frustration, poop, crying and constant checking-for-breathing, I finally felt confident saying that I was a mom.

So maybe the answer to my “attorney” quandary is that I need to fake it until I make it. If I represent myself as an attorney, maybe volunteer or do pro bono work, and continue to seek full-time employment, then the truth will follow and I will become the attorney I am pretending to be. Fingers crossed.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

How to: Pass the bar while pregnant

This past July, I sat for the California bar exam, having just graduated from law school. I was particularly nervous taking this exam because I was also 31 weeks pregnant. I had intentionally timed the birth of my child so that I would spend most of my pregnancy as a law student, would take the exam during my third trimester, and then would have the baby between the bar exam and the receipt of the bar results. Everyone told me that I was crazy.

When conducting research (of course) beforehand, I found that there were very few resources for pregnant women taking the bar. Most of the available websites had women asking questions about it, or stating that they had passed/failed after taking it pregnant, but very few actually discussed the process. For the other crazy pregnant women out there who plan to take the bar, or for like-minded women who are considering it: here is my story.

1. IF POSSIBLE, CONSIDER THE TIMING

Granted, not everyone has a choice in the timing of their pregnancies. In my case, part of the baby/bar planning included reliance on biology and a lot of dumb luck. My husband and I wanted to have a baby some time after law school graduation to ensure that I would graduate on time, but before I was too far into my burgeoning legal career. I also didn’t want to study for the bar during my first trimester, when I knew I would probably feel the crummiest, or too close to my due date. Based on the calendar, I pinpointed four possible “conception” months that fit these criteria. We were extremely lucky and ended up getting pregnant in the first of the four months. This happened to be right at the start of my final 3L semester.

I also lucked out in that my first trimester was pretty tame. I felt constant nausea for the first three months, but never threw up (thank goodness). I found that being a 3L was quite conducive to first trimester pregnancy, in that I was only in class two to four hours per day, and was able to nap as needed when not studying… or studying… or studying. I also scheduled my classes so that I didn’t have any finals (seminar + trial advocacy + clinic). Spring semester passed without incident, and I graduated in May.

2. STUDY VERY HARD

I chose to take a commercial bar prep class to prepare for the exam. By the time the class started, I was in my second trimester. It was extremely tough to force myself to wake up every morning to head to bar class. Every day for two months, I knew I was faced with a full day of bar lecture/frantic note-taking, outlining, practice tests, essay-writing, and general stress. I felt sorry for my poor baby who was able to hear every word of the bar lectures in utero. All of the websites and pregnancy books recommended that expecting moms “take it easy” and “de-stress” during this time (yeah, right).

To get through the tedious two months of studying, I had to establish a solid routine. I went to the gym before the lectures four days a week. Although I was told not to run by my doctor, I got in thirty minutes of cardio and continued to lift free weights. Exercise gave me a burst of energy before the four-hour lectures and helped regulate my weight gain, which in turn kept me energized. I also packed a full day’s worth of healthy snacks so that I never got too hungry, which would have distracted me while studying. As the baby grew and my stomach shrank, I learned that I needed to eat a small snack every 1.5 to 2 hours or else I would be too distracted by my growling tummy to sit through practice essays.

The best thing I did during the pre-bar months was taking practice essays and full practice tests. One of my major concerns for bar day was that I would not be able to sit through the three-hour sessions because of my shrinking bladder. My prep course assigned a massive number of practice essays, and I approached each one as a “test-day” scenario. I set a timer and spent exactly one hour per essay, making sure that my bladder was empty and stomach was full at the start. I learned that I could push my bladder to a maximum of three hours, if need be, which was comforting.

The test studying was a marathon. Every day I worked from about 8 am to 9 pm with breaks for gym, meals, commute, doctor’s appointments, and occasional time spent with friends. After the first week or so, I settled into the grind, counting down each day until the days of the tests. I followed the study schedule given to me by my bar prep program, though I cleared several hours a day to focus on just memorizing rules until I was comfortable enough with the wording that I could pour them onto the page without having to waste time thinking about it. Everyone had different approaches to studying, but I did what worked best for me during law school, hoping it would help when I sat down to take the bar.

Near the end of the study period, I was sporting a pretty sizeable baby bump. My fellow stressed-out classmates gave me such looks of sympathy as the days and weeks progressed – several people stopped me to say that whenever they were overwhelmed, they just reminded themselves that I was doing the same thing, but pregnant. My response to people who asked me “how do you do it?” was that I had never studied for the bar un-pregnant, so I didn’t know anything different.

3. APPLY FOR TEST ACCOMMODATIONS

The best advice I can give to potential pregnant bar-takers is to apply for test accommodations early. The state bar (at least in California) requires a series of forms filled out by the test-taker, the tester’s doctor, and the tester’s law school in order to request accommodations. The forms have to be submitted to the accommodations department, then they make you wait for about a month, then you receive notice of their decision. I turned mine in right before their deadline, and I didn’t receive their decision until the week before the test. I called them every day for a full week. Bottom line, send it in early.

I was granted all of my requested accommodations, which were access to food and water, and seating near the bathroom. I debated asking for extra time to take the test, but was worried that I would be denied. Ultimately, I gambled on my bladder and did not ask for extra time. It ended up working out for me, but I am also a very fast typist, so I was able to finish my essays in the allotted time.

4. REMEMBER THAT IT IS JUST A TEST

By day one of the bar exam, I was 31 weeks pregnant and very large. At the start of test week, I started to have difficulty sleeping at night – partially due to the test anxiety and partially because of the pregnancy. After studying every day for two months, I was completely spent and exhausted and (honestly) terrified that I hadn’t done enough to prepare myself. I also felt that I could not possibly stuff another rule into my oversaturated brain if my life depended on it.

My best friend and I rented a hotel room for the three nights of the test. This ended up being an incredibly wise decision, because it allowed us to focus completely on the exam and avoid commute time and husband-related distractions. The only downside of this was that the entire hotel was occupied by nervous test-takers, so there was no escaping the constant reminder of the bar exam. We kept to ourselves to avoid the nervous energy of others, even taking the stairs to avoid being caught in elevators with people who would stress us out.

The first day of the exam was the worst, due to fear of the unknown. My friend and I woke up far too early, packed our bags, then headed downstairs to sit outside the locked doors of the test center with the other early birds. Once we made it in the doors, checked in, found our seats, and fired up the laptops, I was hit by a sudden wave of anxiety. My vision started to blur and I felt incredibly dizzy. I wanted to go to the restroom to splash water on my face before the exam began, but I had to stop on the way to lean against a table because I was worried I would pass out and fall down (I double-checked with my ob/gyn at lunch to make sure I was physically OK to continue the test).

Fortunately, the feeling passed before the moderator finished reading the entrance instructions. I was able to focus on the first set of essays, and completed all three without needing to take a break. After the first day, the remainder of the testing sessions passed without incident. In each section, I experienced exhilarating moments where I knew exactly what was being asked and was able to articulate it flawlessly. In each section, I also experienced stomach-dropping moments of panic where I didn’t recognize the issue being tested, didn’t remember the rule, or questioned my approach to the question or topic. Each day I left, sure that I had failed at least one part of the test.

5. TRY NOT TO OBSESS WHILE WAITING FOR RESULTS

Ultimately, I survived the eighteen hours of testing. I focused on doing my best, writing everything I knew, filling the test time, and not dwelling on the sections that had already passed. After that, it was all up to the graders.

The four months waiting for results are extremely difficult for every test-taker. During the first week after the exam, I remembered the essay questions but could not remember a word I had written, which led to heart-stopping panic that I had left out something crucial, or had missed the point of the essay altogether. This passed after about a week. Fortunately, my little boy was born about two months after the exam, which helped the remaining grading time pass quickly. In November, he sat on my lap while I checked my results (I swear my heart stopped for a second while the website loaded), and I learned that I had passed. The first time.

For those of you thinking about taking the bar pregnant: it’s extremely tough but doable. For those of you taking the bar pregnant: good luck!