Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Decompressing after the LSAT- to cancel, or not to cancel?

I've always found it puzzling that students can agonize over what they might have missed on the LSAT. I, for one, remember very few things from that day:
1. My alarm inexplicably going off at 3:00 am. Thinking it was actually 6:30, I got up, showered, and got ready, only to get in my car and discover I had nearly 4 hours to sit by myself and hyperventilate. I got back into shower, used all the hot water, did a crossword or two, and thought about coffee until Peet's opened.
2. Arriving at Uncle John's Hall of the Not-So-Prestigious, and then realizing I'd snagged a fortuitous seat directly behind 'sexual innuendo mom.' I...I...I just don't know what to say. That, madam, is not classroom appropriate.
3. Opening the final section of the test and discovering that the ungraded portion was not the criminally difficult games section we'd recently completed. Seeing someone else clearly make the same discovery, as he opened the booklet, looked down, swore quietly, and walked out (thereby bringing the Quitter Total to 7).

The test itself? I think there were questions on it. To the best of my knowledge, I probably answered them- all the while thinking "if you mess this up, you're going to school with the ex-stripper behind you." In fact, I don't think I started making independent thoughts until at least the following Monday.

Luckily, I have a set of amazing friends and roommates, who were kind-hearted enough to tailgate the LSAT for me. Since several of them are recovering pre-law students, they were particularly indulgent, and it was a welcome relief to walk out of the Hall of Doom and into the waiting arms of a piping hot pepperoni pizza.
Lack of sleep? Obscenity? Pizza? Gee, its a good thing I had four years of college to prepare for all this. God bless roommates.

The Law School Admissions Council has mental manipulation down to an art form. After The Test, you have several days in which to be wracked with self-doubt and loathing. Roughly a day or two before you might drag yourself out of the pit on your own, you have the option to cancel your score. If you cancel, nobody knows how you did- its a 'lets pretend this never happened, shall we?' moment. But if you cancel, you either have to do the whole damn thing again, or get a teaching credential. Or something.

Like most of my peers, I very nearly canceled my score, but had the sense talked into me by a good friend who is now certifiably smarter than I- according to LSAC, four whole points smarter. C'est la vie.


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How public—like a Frog—
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