There are people marked by fate. Some are destined for greatness, such as the presidency or the Nathan’s Hot Dog Eating Contest. Others, for notoriety, such as Nixon and whoever invented mayonnaise.
And, for some, the fickle finger of fate reaches out of nowhere to make their LSAT disappear.
Taking the LSAT is bad enough. But to find out your hard work fell off the back of the truck is even worse. Unfortunately, a few now know how this feels. To make up for it, are they offered gold and riches beyond their wildest dreams? Or, even better, a 170+ LSAT score (like when your roommate commits suicide in college)? No.
They’re given one week to prep for an LSAT retake.