Good stuff

Do you remember the scene in the original Willy Wonka in which Charlie, his hopes having been long since dashed, finds some money in a grate, buys a Wonkabar, rips it open, and sees the golden ticket? Do you remember there’s a little flute playing, so you could understand just how Charlie’s heart was fluttering?

That flute/flutter thing is the exact feeling of opening up the results of the February 2008 Pennsylvania Bar Exam and seeing your name among the successful applicants.

I don’t like to dwell on this, but for those of you who have been following along, the last four or so years have been, in a word, heinous. And now it’s actually all over, in a way it wasn’t even when I graduated 11 months ago. It’s really over, I really did it. The Trog is now the Trog, Esq.

This is a great day.