There are ten minutes left. You are done. You look at the notebooks and try to remember if you need to return and check on a section. You could also add this…but no, you are going to trust your initial instinct. Maybe, you don’t really trust it, but you trust your brain six grueling hours later even less. So you just sit and stare at the notebooks, and then you hear: “Put the pencils down,” and so it’s settled. The place is slowly starting to buzz. As you stumble out of the room, you tell yourself: “It’s over…done deal!” The whole thing is a bit anti-climatic. You are tired, and your feelings are numb. But a sense of relief begins to envelope you slowly and cautiously. The following couple of days will be strange. You will have to find something to do to fill the vacuum of the day. But it will be nice so you will let yourself float in this newly formed vacuum. Or maybe you already have booked a ticket to the Caribbean so it’s almost time to pack.
To those of you who are taking the bar this week, good luck! It will be over before you know it.