True, albeit sad, story that will, hopefully, turn to TRIUMPH (that's when that high score comes in!!!)
On my way to the LSAT. . . .
For 4 days prior, my family left town & left me alone in the house. I took off from work, unplugged the phone, kept the shades pulled and lived on my couch - alternating sleep & practicing (not to mention recovering from bronchitis - BTW, want to apologize to all the people in the testing room today. Hope I didn't screw up section 5 for EVERYBODY. SORRY! I really tried to not cough. It helped that the proctors allowed me to drink my water bottle & dig for my inhaler in my purse.)
Anyway. . . . Two days to go. . . and it starts to rain. . . then ice. . . then snow. . . then blizzard. I awake Friday to 14" of snow - drifted 1/2 way up on everything everywhere!.
hoo-boy. The most snow this SE Kansas area has gotten at one time since 1992 (I was told by a local) Entire town shut down, Gov declares disaster area - and me with a test 2 hours north. I start digging. Finally make it out of the house. Take a break. Start digging some more. Finally make it out to the 4 x 4. Take a break. Dig some more - can finally touch the 4 x 4. Take a break. Start digging some more to actually move the 4 x 4 - come to the conclusion that I will have to postpone *again* & head toward the house. I figure after 4+ hours of solid digging - and now facing clearing the street by hand (drift clear across - right in front of hte 4 x 4) that the jig is up. & y'know, a fella happens to drive by with a bobcat & DIGS MY 4 X 4 out - yippee! I cried. truly. He wouldn't even let me pay him.
I load up, head out. Plowing & sledding my way out of town. . . and down the highway. 40 mph for the first 50 miles. Smooth sailing after that.
But I make it to my motel room! supper & sleep. I even remembered to set the alarm!
Sat morning, I leave for the test site after a bowl of oatmeal & boiled egg at the motel (sips of juice - no seat-pee-er here!) So glad I left early. . . unfamiliar with the KU campus and I'm at the wrong building!
With 15 minutes to showtime - I'm off trying to follow some really poor directions. Around & around. . . 10 minutes to go. I throw up my hands in frustration, let out a primal scream ~"NO!" and there it is. There's the building. I figure out parking & am gearing up for the next phase - where the heck is the testing room? & how fast can I get there?
Bless the guy's soul who parked next to me - he was familiar with the building & let me tag along. Never had a chance to say thank you (THANK YOU!). We manage to get to *one* of the testing rooms (his - lucky for him, 5th floor) to discover I need to go up one more floor. With no time left to spare, I'm off to find the stairs and my testing room.
& I made it. Even had just enough time to strip down (okay, not all the way. . . but enough to cool off after 6 flights of stairs), get my pencils and timer out and Zen. . . . oohmmmm.
& it's all worth it. Right? RIGHT?