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It's official - just opened the notice from the bar examiners. I didn't actually do that well on the bar exam: MBE raw score 146, scaled 160 (about 1 stddev above the mean). However, to waive into the DC bar I only needed a scaled MBE score of 133, so I'm way clear of anything to do the DC bar. I haven't decided yet if I want to do the DC bar.

Huh. I did it. I attended and graduated law school and passed the bar exam. Too bad I didn't get honors like I wanted, but at least I didn't fail the bar. I'm really not excited.

I've also decided this ends here. I've been to the hospital every day when in town since 8/14, and it's about to end. The Drs have stated he is terminal, and while he might suddenly spontaneously recover - his best case scenario is grim. I discovered his wife was not giving me complete accurate information. Now the doctors communicate directly with him, but he refuses to give an answer regarding what he wants. She appears to have been feeding him information, probably not accurate. The nurses and doctors are well aware that I'm rational, but she's on the advanced directive and she's annoying the piss out of the entire staff. He's also being a little bitch. He keeps trying to talk and gets mad that we don't understand him. I've told him it's binary, nod or shake, that's all we can get from him right now. He pouts and stares at the ceiling. He could potentially write, but he refuses to try and do physical therapy. Fuck him. If he wants to listen to his insane walrus wife over the doctors, if he wants to live like that in the hospital or worse, if he refuses to try - I can't and won't fix him. I've done more than my share, more than enough, and far more than I probably should have. I'll still visit, but I'm not supposed to support my parents - they taught me exactly the converse. I'm done, I'm in bad shape physically and emotionally, and it ends here. I'm going to leave work and go home. I'm going to go to the gym. I'm going to go out with friends and fart around. I'm going to get my hair cut. I'm going to go to the store. I'm going to clean my house (sure, sure I will). I'll visit sometimes, but I'm not spending 2-6 hours every fucking day going to and sitting in the hospital. It's not selfish, not by my perspective. This is ruining my ruined life, and it has to end.