Day 358: Out of hell
Sep. 30th, 2006 07:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
nagi_schwarzI did it. I survived. Five hours in a freezing room in the PE building, coloring scantron bubbles till my hand cramped, writing an essay in pencil for the first time in almost eleven years.
The LSATs are over, folks. Brad is drinking more, though this time out of relief. Schuldig has joined him, because even a level nine telepath can only take so much mental panicking in one day. Farfarello is with them as well, but only because he thinks this is a drinking game and is out to prove that the Irish can drink the Germans under the table any day.
I was up by half past seven. I had a decent breakfast - quiche, chocolat milk, that sort of thing - and then took off. I was surprised at the sheer number of people taking the test at this school. Most of them were locals, kids I had CJ classes with. I knew Henry Scott wanted to be a lawyer, but Matt had always seemed like the sincere country-boy cop kind of guy. There was one girl from Washington, because by some trick of geography, our testing center was the closest for her. I tried not to think about it too much. We stood around and talked a lot before, and during the breaks, anything to de-stress ourselves. Seirra came over last night and we hung out and played video games so I could take my mind off of things, but then it was hard to sleep. Still, the test is done. I did worse than I hoped, I think, but right now I'm beyond caring. I came home and slept, and that was that. I called Rae and Seirra to see what was what. Rae had been planning to throw a small de-stress party, but it turns out it can't happen. I honestly don't mind. I was too dead to care, and probably would have been to much of a mopey wreck to make a party fun anyway.
Once the nap was done, I walked myself down to the Pastry Pub and treated myself to some of their awesome Oriental Chicken salad for supper. I also bought some delicious desserts for myself, Del, and Sei when the time comes. Then I played DDR - real DDR, not by hand - for about an hour and a half. Had a shower. Wrote some.
I also read the most pathetic, sad, depressing, uber-emo fanfic ever. Sue me. I needed it. I felt much better when it was done, somehow, even though the end was just...gack.
I survived. Let the studying commence...tomorrow.
Hah. Brad has passed out from booze. He cannot shoot me for planning my slothfulness ahead of time.
The LSATs are over, folks. Brad is drinking more, though this time out of relief. Schuldig has joined him, because even a level nine telepath can only take so much mental panicking in one day. Farfarello is with them as well, but only because he thinks this is a drinking game and is out to prove that the Irish can drink the Germans under the table any day.
I was up by half past seven. I had a decent breakfast - quiche, chocolat milk, that sort of thing - and then took off. I was surprised at the sheer number of people taking the test at this school. Most of them were locals, kids I had CJ classes with. I knew Henry Scott wanted to be a lawyer, but Matt had always seemed like the sincere country-boy cop kind of guy. There was one girl from Washington, because by some trick of geography, our testing center was the closest for her. I tried not to think about it too much. We stood around and talked a lot before, and during the breaks, anything to de-stress ourselves. Seirra came over last night and we hung out and played video games so I could take my mind off of things, but then it was hard to sleep. Still, the test is done. I did worse than I hoped, I think, but right now I'm beyond caring. I came home and slept, and that was that. I called Rae and Seirra to see what was what. Rae had been planning to throw a small de-stress party, but it turns out it can't happen. I honestly don't mind. I was too dead to care, and probably would have been to much of a mopey wreck to make a party fun anyway.
Once the nap was done, I walked myself down to the Pastry Pub and treated myself to some of their awesome Oriental Chicken salad for supper. I also bought some delicious desserts for myself, Del, and Sei when the time comes. Then I played DDR - real DDR, not by hand - for about an hour and a half. Had a shower. Wrote some.
I also read the most pathetic, sad, depressing, uber-emo fanfic ever. Sue me. I needed it. I felt much better when it was done, somehow, even though the end was just...gack.
I survived. Let the studying commence...tomorrow.
Hah. Brad has passed out from booze. He cannot shoot me for planning my slothfulness ahead of time.
