Law and Disorder

The LSAT is in approximately 10 hours. In the past 4 weeks, my feelings about this dreaded law school acceptance exam have gone from intense psychotic episodes of Noel-esque freak-out moments to dangerous indifference.

Current emotion? Annoyed. My dad's been making such a big deal about this stupid test that I just want to get it over with already. No desperate amount of last-minute preparation will prepare me for this test. What's done is done. I did the best I could under the conditions. If I make in into some law school, I'll be extremely proud of myself and owe much of it to dumb luck. If I don't, I won't beat myself up about it. It wasn't easy attempting to prepare for this test when a) my baby nephew's colicky tantrums destroyed many a quiet attempt to study b) I only had about a month to prepare c) tempers frequently flared at my dysfunctional family's house and much recently when d) my 32 year-old cousin passed away from breast cancer Tuesday.

Not that I'm about to justify my potentially poor performance on the exam with excuses. It just doesn't matter to me in that huge, life-altering, make-it-or-break-it way anymore. So what if i do or don't do well? At the end of the day, I still have my life, my health, and many other opportunities. It is, after all, just a dumb test.

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