You will grow gray hair. You will devote three months to studying, during which time you will lose track of your family and friends. You will make a binder full of outlines. You will memorize more things than you thought humanly possible. You will feel like it’s too much to handle.
You will go to the exam. You will push your breakfast around on your plate. You will beg your readers to send you good thoughts (everything helps).* You will lay in bed awake. Your anxiety will grow as you toss and turn. You will think, if I fall asleep right now, I will get 6 solid hours of sleep. And then, two hours later, you will think, ohmygod, if I fall asleep now I will get four hours of sleep. You will get two hours of restless sleep. If you are lucky.
You will sit in a cold, hard conference center. You will keep your head down for three days straight. You will type. You will bubble. You will suffer from anxiety–and you’re not even the type to suffer anxiety. You will suffer from anxiety, believe me. You will write about the wrong law on part of an essay. You will cry in the hotel room.
When it’s over, you will look at your notes. They told you not to, but you will anyway. You will realize you marked at least three multiple choice answers completely wrong. The other 197 answers? Who knows. You will have a pit in your stomach. A big pit. The biggest pit ever. You will drink champagne, but you will know that it’s nowhere near over. It will sit and fester, that nasty beast, in the back of your head, in that pit in your stomach.
You will regret ever taking the LSAT. You will regret ever going to law school. You will regret taking out loans that could have purchased a small home in some places.
You will wait. And wait. And wait.
And you will pass. Hallelujah, you will pass.
*Thanks for all your good thoughts and prayers, friends. They worked.