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And Re: My Bar Exam Scores, this was the reply.
And so, I'm sorry I couldn't actually post them. But from what I recall I scored:
And so, I'm sorry I couldn't actually post them. But from what I recall I scored:
1. 492 in 1998
2. 495 in 1998 or 99.
3. 550 in 2000.
Passing was 600 at the time, but I cannot remember. I cannot even remember the scores accurately, but I think I'm pretty close.
And I cannot seem to find out what a passing score was on the NY Bar Exam during those years. If anyone knows, and could let me know, I'd appreciate it.
What idiot with handling money, JD Painter, from what used to be called a T4, but is now reincarnated as T2 according to BM 1, wanted to get everybody ready though, and give everyone time to read what I feel should be read before viewing the scores. So all this will work out nicely for old JD Painterguy. Hims happy about that.
Like that jerk says in the title, 3 tries and not even close. So what does the hapless moron do after that?
I knew people who were a couple of points away from passing, he says, and had to take the exam 2 more times.
That indebted Painterguy creep met a guy in the Javits center in NY City (one location in NY where the exam is given in NY State) from Touro that was taking the exam for the 8th time. Something is terribly worng with that. it is absolute bullshit and either Touro screwed up or the guy did, but in either case it is a great disservice to the public if that guy ever did get licensed to practice law.
There is even one guy that I know of that took his entire first year at Touro over, and is now a practicing lawyer. (The Poor SOB, as if it was all his fault).
TO return: JD Painterguy is a Paragon of stupidity. Patron Saint of Petulance. It's unbelieeeveable--him's a wittle scared one--a frightened teeny maladjusted child that never grew up. Doesn't know how to act like a man.
Can you believe it?
So go ahead! Run, Run away! Leave the country you irresponsible COWARD! Disgrace. Blot on the Legal Landscape and Terra Firma in a very general sense. Worthy of all shame and contumely. (contumaciousness?)
You have let every single Taxpayer Down. They all hate you! What a mess your life has become!
Man without a country. Shrinking object of the finger pointing. The bad guy. Black hat. Craven. Miserable shirker blaming others for his plight.
All this and more, much, much more is JD Painterguy.
For all intensive Porpoises (which are very seriously minded Dolphins), only now, ONLY NOW does he conveniently advocate a policy that is directly repugnant to the truism known far and wide as Caviar Emptor, and complain that the little eggs turned out to have a sort of fishy flavor (and salty, very salty).
Don't even waste your time with him--the Victim. He's playing the Victim, that duplicitous poltroon. What a manipulative, remorseless sneaking Lout, with bar none, an unprecedented sense of entitlement.
The Victim. VICTIM!
Far, far above, in the Heavens, among the Conservative Pantheon of heroes-enshrined in Political Glory Forever, Painterguy is looked down upon as the lowest manifestation of maggotized Victim mortality. A n'aer do well Victim who'll n'aer lift a finger for an honest days work.
Crazy, lazy, bum, letting others pick up his load, never chipping in or caring. Drags his feet and stuffs his victim face on another's dime--always--and dreams and fritters his life away chasing the phantom that was his youth; but which seems to duck around every corner just out of grasp faster and faster, and farther and further away with every passing year.
Embittered, miserable, though sometimes paradoxically fond and foolish, doddering, middle-aged, and old before his time, chicken.
Goofball making the most noise in the true empty barrel tradition to which he clearly adheres.
Heed not the attempts of this outcast to proselytize the good and honest, hard working and successful folk of this nation. Give him not a soapbox upon which to preach the pusillanimous creed of the yellow belly.
Cast him back into the pit full of pariahs and poltroons where he belongs (did I say Poltroon already?)
Anyway, no more comments will show up for this blog. All done.
I'm going to Post my scores when I get them, and leave it at that.
Just one more story in the Naked City of:
1. College
2. Getting the Shit kicked out of me in Law School.
3. Bar Exam Incompetence and
MASSIVE DEBT (for Life)
So draw your own conclusions.
I've nothing more to add to the topic, and will be phasing it out and doing banjo and sort of literature for dummies stuff (I ain't Ivy league after all) in the future--maybe finishing up some of my half completed stories as well.
No one has ever put up a monument for a debtor, and no one ever will (except a tombstone maybe).
*BTW-RE: The Poll in the Upper Right, If you owe more than 100K (which a little more than half the respondents claim) many of you are headed for a couple of decades or more of Debt slavery.
Anyway, that has been my experience. So if your parents, or anyone else can bail you out now, try and get them to do it. Refinance or sell their home if necessary. Better yet, show them my blog. It's the parents and the grandparents that I really want to reach. Especially the older folks that had folks that lived through the Great Depression of the 1930's. My Grandparents used to describe it to me. My maternal grandfather used to always marvel, for the rest of his life, about how he dug ditches next to "College Professors"
Debt has a way of destroying relationships, and eventually the soul. if your parents love you, they will try to help with the huge blunder you have made in taking on Student Debt.
Dear God, how I wish I never went to a lower tier Law School. How I wish I never took out Student Loans. May God help the rest of my miserable life. If I were awarded one million dollars today, it could not make up for all those years of stress and worry, and waiting for the break that never came.
The JD on the Resume repels non-legal Employers. Don't let no one tell youse any diffferent.
I don't know how things have managed to get to this point, but everything in America now must be somehow packaged and sold to a mass audience. Even our hopes, dreams and futures have been anticipated, and then bought and sold in the marketplace.
Opening Bell
Morality's for sale this week
the bell rings at nine-thirty.
All Creation has a price,
and the dealer's hands are dirty.
Hate is up a half a buck,
Love goes for three quarters;
devotion cheap, it's just a fuck,
since Sammy sold his daughters.
Evil men in colored smocks,
scurry, jump and shriek
for Sammys taking less now,
and the style's changed to Greek.
and the style's changed to Greek.
Morality's for sale this week
The Heaven's are afraid
to view the Human suffering
the stock market has made.
**Added 4-17, 2011--After this Post, and going forward, my Blog will no longer cover anything related to Law School, or Student Loans etc. It is all too painful, and by now I have bitterly said all that I want to say.
I have come full circle, and my only option is to pay my 300K of Debt off, or die trying; and all satire aside, I do not want to leave my home.
Once more, I hope that my Transcript, Exam scores and other stuff are read by people that are Parents, or older, and in a position to give guidance to the kids that are popularly referred to as "Lemmings" on these blogs.
So, to the Moms and Dads and Grandparents of the US: It's a jungle out there!, and the hungry Law School Wolves are going to devour your beloved young one's financial futures for sure without your advice and help!
I have also sent a letter to the AARP stating as much and in so many words.
Once more, I hope that my Transcript, Exam scores and other stuff are read by people that are Parents, or older, and in a position to give guidance to the kids that are popularly referred to as "Lemmings" on these blogs.
So, to the Moms and Dads and Grandparents of the US: It's a jungle out there!, and the hungry Law School Wolves are going to devour your beloved young one's financial futures for sure without your advice and help!
I have also sent a letter to the AARP stating as much and in so many words.
Anyway, this Poem is dedicated to all who are drowning in Student Loan Debt, and are no longer quite so young. We shall make the most of the time we have left, and, if we are lucky, some good things might be in store for us yet!
