Lasciate Ogne Speranza, Voi Ch'Intrate

A number of people have asked me what it was like, studying for the bar. At best I can give a sort of half-answer, since I only sort of half studied. I usually offer some trite, unthinking response.

“It sucked,” I’ll say, or “It’s hell. I hated it.”

And mostly this is the answer they expect and so they are content. But I think a more vivid analogy could be nice:

Studying for the bar exam is just like having anvils dropped on your genitals.

And then those anvils ask you to recite the exclusions to the hearsay rule and the various means by which an executory interest can run afoul of the rule against perpetuities.