Proof that Misery Loves Company

I enjoyed reading Sua Sponte's post on her simulated MBE score. Call it schadenfreude, call it commiseration, call it empathy. The bottom line is, it made me feel better to read this:

Even after two glasses of wine ... my miserable result still smarts. I don't want to do well on the bar exam; I just want to pass. And right now I am nowhere near passing.

Oh, I feel your pain.