Someone please shoot me! Ok, well, not really. I guess it isn't that serious. This will be very conversational so, please ignore mistakes.
Things are pretty slow here at the office this morning and so, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity to study. I've been studying at home, but it is always after Syd goes to bed and I'm pretty tired. I figured I would do better today since I'm wide awake. Right? WRONG! I might as well just close my eyes and point.
If you don't know anything about the LSAT, know this: it does not test any knowledge whatsoever. So, for those in my family that think I should breeze through this simply because I've had exposure to the system for seven years, think again! In fact, it makes no sense to me at all. There! I said it!
We passed the University of Mary Washington (Prof Studies Campus) this weekend on our way to Reedville and I immediately wanted to puke. I was instantly reminded of the upcoming exam and of my horrible day last Fall. It was a complete disaster.
Of course, I got little sleep the night before. This was in part due to nerves, but mainly because I was very sick. I had been dealing with a terrible hacking cough for almost two weeks and it seemed to only get worse. Next, I had to deal with intestinal issues. This was nerves entirely. It happens to me ALL THE TIME! Family curse. Then, I sat on the edge of my parents' bed (they live near the college) sobbing. This is all before 7:30am.
After I settled down, I got in the car and headed over. I found a space, went inside and hung out until they called us in. By the time I sat down, I actually felt okay and old. Seriously, I was sitting between two pimply college kids who had to be no older than nineteen. The proctor came around to check our stuff and noted my baggie of unwrapped cough drops (they make you do that you know-it is a SIN to make ANY noise during this test). By the way, you are NOT allowed to bring anything to drink at all, not even water. This was BAD for me.
Before I knew it, I heard the proctor call time and we were on our way. The first section was great, not a problem. I didn't finish all of them, but that is fairly normal. The next section immediately begins. It is a reading section and I'm fine. Then, I got a tickle in my throat. I tried so hard not to make noise. I kept swallowing trying to make it stop. I was turning red. So, I dove for the cough drops. I prayed, "please stop!" All the while, the clock is ticking. I start to cough. Of course I am not looking at my paper, I am looking around the room to see if anyone was throwing me eye darts. I wanted to die. "FOCUS, Jess!" I tried to redirect my attention, but it was no use. Now, I'm trying to stifle a cough and not choke on the cough drop. The proctor walks over to ask if I am okay. "Sorry, just a minute. I'm fine." I wasn't fine. That just made it worse. I saw her staring at me with the get-your-crap-together look. That did it! I was hacking like no one's business. I was distracting everyone. The proctor motioned for me to leave the room and the assistant had to stand in the hall with me.
I'm standing outside the room when I hear them call time. I had missed the entire section. I'm thinking that I have to get back inside, but I cannot stop coughing. The assistant leads me to a water fountain and tells me that she cannot let me back in until I stop coughing. By this point, I'm standing in the corner against the wall completely freaking out, crying and trying to stop the incessant cough. I was mortified. By the time I got back into the room, I had ten minutes to try to complete a game section. YEAH RIGHT!
I went back in and tried to focus for the remainder of the test, but it wasn't happening. All I could think was that I missed TWO sections of the test, which is a lot! I left feeling totally crushed, got in my car, made it to the stop sign and looked at the odometer that read 66666 and cried halfway home. I did send the text photo of the odometer to my sister. I returned to work on that Monday and cancelled my scores. I just didn't want to know.
Turns out two weeks later, I still had the freaking cough and broke a rib. I was told I had whooping cough and was given meds, including vicodin for the rib pain.
Now, what do I do? The test is in 23 days and I'm freaking out! There is a very real possiblity that I will bomb this exam. Then what?