As last weekend came and went with thousands of college kids taking the LSATs, I began to think back to when I took the LSATs four months ago. I thought about how insanely superstitious I got (I’ve always been superstitious, but the LSATs brought this to a new level), how intense I became and how much I wanted a good score. I also thought about the day before the LSATs and how intense that day was. When I look back on it now, it is kind of comical. So, for comedic purposes (and to truly scare away people from talking to me ever again), here is a play-by-play of that last day, June 15, 2008.
10:00am: My alarm goes off. It has gone off the same time for the past month in my lonely apartment. I was typically the only one there, as my roommates were either at work or back in New Jersey. This day was no different. I hit the off button on my clock and go back to sleep.
10:05am: My alarm goes off on my cell-phone. I always made sure that I had multiple back ups for waking up since freshman year when I slept through a class. I hit the off button.
10:10am: My second alarm goes off on my cell-phone. I turn it off again.
10:15am: My third alarm goes off on my cell-phone. I know, I’m insane. I turn it off, get out of bed and go make myself some breakfast.
10:30am: I make my cheese quesadilla (I know, it’s not much of a breakfast but it gave me carbohydrates and protein to start the day), Diet Coke (for a jolt of caffeine), and some watermelon, pretty much the same thing I made everyday. I sit down on the couch and watch Sportscenter.
11:00am: Typically, at this point, I would start my practice sections, but since today was the day before the actual test, I took a day off to clear my head. There was no chance I was going to do better than what I had at that point, and in some sections I started to go down in score because I was getting burned out. So, I played NCAA Football ’08 for Playstation 2. For some reason, I thought it would be good luck to win. At half time, I thought it would be better luck to win by 50 points. By the third quarter, I was convinced that if I did not get 3 sacks with my defensive end, I was going to fail the LSATs. This was just the start of my day of complete insanity.
12:00pm: After beating my opponent by 70 points (on the hardest level, I might add) and my defensive end getting four sacks, I saved the game and turned it off. It was time to go to Washington, DC, as I was going to stay in a hotel across from the test site at Georgetown Law. I packed last night, and I packed everything to make sure my sleep was going to be the same as it had been for the past month. I packed my fan that I have by the head of my bed, my laptop, my own alarm clock, and food for the next morning (the same as I had eaten for the last month). I also packed all of my test supplies and quadruple checked to make sure I had everything.
1:00pm: My roommate Benjy drove me to the Metro Station. He noted that I looked pretty calm considering the biggest test of my life was in 24 hours. As I left the car, we exchanged our typical good-byes:
Benjy: Hey, go fuck your mother.
Me: I’ll fuck your mother and your father and your aunt.
We both laughed and I told him that he better have plenty of alcohol ready to party with tomorrow. I thanked him and he was off. I was all alone with my thoughts for the next twenty hours.
1:30pm: I get on the Metro with my big bag of stuff. The LSATs never crossed my mind on this trip because my crazy self was convinced that I would not do well unless I read every word on this sign. I was becoming borderline Obessessive-Compulsive, so it was a good thing I had to switch from the green to the red line. On the red line it was no different. I read the entire sign in front of me. Thank god I had arrived at Union Station.
2:00pm: I checked into the swanky hotel across from Georgetown Law. I sat in the room for awhile, and was quite entertained because there was a television in the bathroom. My parents really hooked me up here. I decided to go for a walk in DC and try to take my mind off the test.
4:00pm: At this point I had walked the entire mall, watched a kickball game on the mall and managed to buy an ice cream at Haagan Daaz (so much for the diet). My feet were beginning to hurt and I was sweating. I started to get concerned about my feet. I thought that I would wake up and my feet would be sore and I wouldn’t be able to take the test. In a matter of 6 hours I had become a hypochondriac, obessive-compulsive and completely insane.
5:00pm: I walked twenty minutes from the hotel to a poorer area to find a CVS. I bought Advil because I was concerned my feet would be in pain. As I walked back I passed a hobo who asked for money. I ignored him.
6:00pm: As I sat in the hotel watching “Ready to Rumble” (great movie), I began to think of that hobo. I thought that if I gave him some money it would be karma. So, I got my shoes back on, trecked fifteen minutes and gave the guy a dollar. He thanked me.
6:45pm: I sat and ate my Pita Plus dinner I had bought before I went to the Metro Station. It was delicious. I started to think about how Pita Plus gave one of my friends stomach aches. This freaked me out. As a result, I walked another twenty minutes back to CVS and bought Immodium, and walked back to the hotel.
7:30pm: As I sat and watched ESPN, I started to sniff. “Oh shit,” I thought, “Allergies.” Now I’m sure I didn’t have allergies, but at the time, of course, I freaked out. So I walked in the dark (which probably wasn’t the best idea) back to that same CVS to buy allergy medicine. My mom thought I was insane when I spoke to her on the phone. She was right.
8:30pm: I watched the Lakers-Celtics championship game and in my head I started to become worried again. If the Lakers win, I thought, that would be a good sign. But if those stupid Boston Celtics won this game, this would be a horrible sign. Thank god the Lakers won that game, which put my mind at ease. I slept like a champ that night with my fan blowing at my head and my alarm clock staring at me.
I know what you are thinking: Mike is crazy. And on a normal day, I would say you are wrong. But this was the LSATs. I had to be perfectly healthy. It was a one shot deal. I had and will probably never again (until the bar exam) act like this again. I wasn’t even nervous. Just insanely superstitious. Athletes do it in a different fashion. They don’t wash their jerseys, don’t change their underwear, etc, etc. So, they would understand. Just look at my 3 CVS visits as a dirty uniform.
Oh, and if you are wondering how the next morning and the test was, I was fine. Minus the intense sweating I had in the first two sections. Seriously, I was drenched. Then it magically disappeared, and I was perfectly fine. I guess that dollar I gave the hobo really did pay off.