I was woken up out of a dead sleep by my phone at 10:30 a.m. My brother had been power calling me because marks had come out at 7:30 and my family had not heard from me. They were concerned that I had failed and was sitting in a corner of my apartment crying. The reality was that all the great mentors and supporters at the firm had taken us writers out the night before and supplied us with plenty of “beverages” so that we could take our minds off the torture not knowing whether we passed or failed. I was convinced (like most writers) that I was in the latter category. This tactic worked too well and I slept right through the marks coming out. In a stupor, and with a pounding headache, I ran to the computer to check my results. Thankfully I saw the “PASS” next to my name. Despite looking and feeling like a hungover lumberjack/hipster, I managed to make it into the office where I was elated to be able to stand in front of the entire office and thank them for all that they did to get me to that point. I could not have done it without the support of everyone at this firm.
Senior Tax Manager, Vancouver