"Mom, I passed." I said.
"What?"
"I PASSED. The Massachusetts bar."
"See? Now don't you feel ashamed? For calling us crying hysterically so many times over the summer? Aren't you ashamed of yourself?"
"...Wha-"
"Never mind. You passed. Congratulations. Now let me get your father."
For those like my mother, who apparently had no doubts [yet called me in August to tell me I should start studying for the February bar just in case], thank you. For those of you I called hysterically crying every week other day over the summer, I couldn't have done it without you. For those of you who came back to read the blog after a long hiatus at the height of the cycling season, thank you. And extra thank yous to everyone who bit my head off and chewed me out when I tried to back out of taking the bar ten days before the exam.
You guys [plus a few bikes] got me through possibly the worst summer of my life. You guys are the best!