It went okay. I don't think I bombed it and I don't think I aced it, so what Actually happens will depend on how well I did on the stuff I was less than 100% sure on. I am kind of weird and think that if I think I did well on something as punishment I won't (as some sort of punishment for hubris) so I am preparing for the worst. I've also decided that I would rather end up doing better than I thought I would, so I am trying to convince myself I did really terribly to make that a little easier.
The actual test was pretty funny. I don't remember the name if it, but it reminded me of a film people usually watch around Christmas time in Germany (yes, yes, I know Germany, again). It's black and white and it involved a butler setting a very long table a serving multiple courses of a very formal dinner...to only one woman. I felt like the old woman because I was taking the exam in a big lecture hall and all the instructions were meant for big groups, but it was only me. So we had to do things like the id check, even though the proctor was the head of academic studies and knew me. It did take some of the pressure off though.
I think my proctor was pretty amused by America's draconian test taking procedures, involving finger printing, numerous verbal threats in the instructions, and a law school admission test that has nothing to do with law. My writing sample was on who I would hire to take over as a personal chef on a cruise ship. God bless you lsat! God bless.
NewEurasia isn’t dead, just a little… undead…
7 months ago