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Jun 16, 2006 19:03

Several months ago my mother bought me an LSAT prep book because I asked her to. It sat on my bookshelf for a long time, and then in my car, and now I’ve finally gotten around to opening it. And it feels sort of like I’ve opened up a black hole on my desk that might eat up my entire future.

Melodramatic? Maybe. Or maybe completely justified.

I’m terrified of this test. Petrified. Trembling with fear (metaphorically, of course, because you should never let the object of your fear see you tremble). Law school itself-assuming that I get in-may not strike fear in my heart the way that the LSAT does. In fact it probably won’t. This will probably be the single most horrible thing that I ever have to do up until the point when I have to take the bar exam and have a nervous breakdown.

My only comfort in this is that I know some people who I consider exceedingly stupid who have taken the LSAT, done well, and gotten into very good law schools. (Not to name any names.) I don’t consider myself to be stupid, so I’m starting out with an advantage on some people. I’d like it more if it was a more decided and certain advantage, however. Like if the LSAT God to exclaim, “My God, you’re a genius! Don’t even bother to take the test! Here’s a nice little pass to get you into whatever law school strikes your fancy-for free!” after one conversation with me. Yeah, that’s the way the world should work.
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