The LSAT is over, thank God. I woke up at the crack of dawn on Saturday to prepare for the test, and ended up only forgetting my watch. Turns out I didn’t need it, though, so all was well. The whole process of checking in was a bit convoluted — signing documents, proving you didn’t have restricted items, thumbprinting and assigned seats. I got to sit in the back row, which I was extremely thankful for. I don’t like having people behind me in tests as it distracts me.
The test itself wasn’t terrible — just long. The worst section, Logic Games, was first, so after that catastrophe, I only had four more sections to go. The LSAT is largely an endurance test, and it definitely took a LOT of focus. I was happy that I finished every section and only had to guess on a couple.
The best part about the test was watching the other people in the room freak out. This one poor guy a few rows in front of me kept grabbing his hair and rocking back in forth in his chair. I felt really bad for him.
I left the test kind of punch-drunk and went to La Fiesta Brava to celebrate with the crew. After fajitas and a margarita (yes, at 1 in the afternoon), I slept for three hours. I was a bit less brain dead at dinner, but only survived through one martini before I went to bed at 11:30. I am a party animal.
I think the past few weeks of constant “go, go, go” has left me out of sorts. I still have plenty going on, but I haven’t felt too great the past few days. C is sick too, and Sassy seems to be coming down with something also. If anyone in the group gets sick, we all get it. This time it looks like it’s Jules’s fault.
In other news, I got offered a job yesterday that I am turning down. It was a reporting position at a weekly newspaper in North Alabama, but I told him I had decided on law school. After a cost-benefits analysis and a pro-cons list (yes, I am a nerd), law school was an easy choice. As my father so correctly pointed out, it’s not what I’ll be making now that matters. It’s what I’ll be making in 10, 15, 25 years to put toward retirement that’ll matter. And Law is much more lucrative than small-time reporting.
After all, I need to fund the start-up for my used bookstore somehow.
