Things are not looking so good for me bar-wise. I don't think I will be allowed to sit for the July bar due to credit issues. I spent about 4 minutes freaking out with my mom on the phone and another few minutes with my dad. I think I had a minor freak out with Essie, but I know I freaked out on her for just trying to be helpful on a different issue. That's the great thing about my family--they are used to my freak outs and don't get all bent out of shape about them-at least not permanently. So I went for a walk and regrouped. Here is my new attack plan: apply for government jobs that do not require bar admission, apply for paralegal positions, and as a last resort, move back in with the folks and work at a steel mill. (The steel mill was dad's suggestion.) And get my finances in the order the bar wants them in and try again in February.

People in this town do not believe in putting their dogs on leashes and it makes me nuts. I encountered 3 unleashed dogs on my 30 minute walk. If I were a dog napper, I would make a great living in this town with very little effort.