“He who devotes sixteen hours a day to hard study may become at sixty as wise as he thought himself at twenty.” Mary Wilson Little
On the 28th of September last year, I decided to apply to become a licensed paralegal through an exemption program that would only be in existence for another two days. Why I do these things to myself, I'm not quite sure. But if indeed I applied and was accepted, I would be able to write the Law Society of Upper Canada's Paralegal Licensing Examination on February 6, 2012. There would be no classes to attend (normally a two-year, full-time, in-class experience). So, I applied. In and of itself, the application process was onerous. It required that I run around the city getting various pieces signed by my professional association and notarized by a lawyer. I had to provide a copy of my birth certificate (the only acceptable credential), have passport photos taken and swear out a number of statements. And pay a hefty application fee, of course. Having done all that, I waited for a decision on whether or not I would be admitted through the exempted program. I was.
The next step was an on-line study program which was predicted to take 50 hours. It took me a lot longer. I don't process information quite as quickly through my fifty-six year old brain. There were fifteen modules in the study program and hundreds of pages of material. I was required to do at least one exercise and pass a test in each module before I was permitted to move on to the next. It took a lot of hours but I finished in two weeks. Once done, I obtained the study material I would need to write the exam on February 6. It was a whole lot of very dry information. I essentially had two months to teach myself all I would need to know to write the exam. I was nervous and at many times unsure if I could do it. I was nineteen the last time I wrote an exam. I also decided this was a one shot endeavour for me. If I did not pass, I would not put myself through the angst of another exam attempt.
On February 6, I attended the licensing exam at the Metro Toronto Convention Centre, along with 342 other hopefuls. They were primarily students who had just completed their two-year in-class program. They were young. Very young. I noted two other mature faces in the sea of exam writers. I did my best and began the wait for results. We were advised we would be notified by snail mail within six weeks and that there were only two possible results - Pass or Fail. So I was surprised today to find that my results were in fact, provided to me by email. Surprised and relieved. The result: PASS. I guess this old girl still has the stuff in her.
Never in doubt! So proud to see you take this on Jackie!
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