the Philosophy of FREAKING OUT

It is February. The month of love right? NOPE. Try the month of the LSAT. It is officially T=minus 11 days (10 in 30 minutes) until my LSAT death. I am so excited to be done. My friends are excited that I will stop talking about it. Surprisingly, I am not freaking out about the test (misleading title...right? just wait). I WANT to take the test already. I want to get it over with. If I could take it tomorrow I would. I am no longer dreading it. I am actually looking forward to it ( I have lost my mind right? probably, but that's besides the point). I am not looking forward to the actual test, just getting it over with.

Nor am I freaking out about the test. I am freaking out about the guy who will inevitably sit by me who taps his pencil, makes incessently loud noises while bubbling in answers, breathes abnormally loudly, the air condition vent that will no doubt hum off and on, the watch that will of course stop and the room that will of course be 30 degrees. These are the things that will cause me to fail the LSAT, not the actual LSAT. Isn't that sad? I had so much potential (ha)...too bad it was ruined by my inability to function with noise.

I am also freaking out about sleeping the night before. I will be staying in a hotel. That sounds frivolous and stupid, but if you lived where I do you wouldn't be judging me. Last weekend someone pulled the fire-alarm at 1:30 am. We had to evacuate and get yelled at by cops for standing in the street. I went to bed around 3. That will NOT be happening the night before my test. I will instead be warm in a hotel, hopefully avoiding all alcoholic freshmen who surround me every weekend.

The LSAT has been all I have been thinking/talking/pretending to study for so long, I don't know if I'll be able to function without it. But I think...just maybe...somehow...I will survive.