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Monday, July 09, 2007 

The fear of bar review has finally struck, and I'm starting to pull hours like I haven't since...well, since the LSAT. Which shows you how great of a law student I am.

There's something very high school about bar review. The last time all of my testable material came from a single volume was high school, and even then we had different books for different subjects -- not so for bar review. You see the same people every day, at the same time, in roughly the same seats, in front of a barely-present lecturer. And as you go through the notes, the drills, the questions and the essays, you can't escape the feeling that, like high school, this has less to do with anything you actually learn and more to do with the motions.

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