It went well. The relief was so great that I left the test with a bounce in my step and saw everything with fresh eyes.
I got back to my apartment and saw my kitchen table with those fresh eyes. For the past three months, and up until this morning, this scene seemed reasonable. Tonight I got home and immediately suspected that I have been living like a maniac.
The past 40 LSATs to practice on; another book specific to the logic section; three brands of pencils because I needed to try them out and only take the best; timer; two printed copies of the LSAT rules and checklists; extra photo IDs; and, obviously, my Adderall.
I used to be such a shitty student. I’m much better now. It occurred to me tonight that I may not have found a sensible balance.