I hope that everyone survived the logical whiplash of Monday’s exam, and I suspect that many of you have burned, incinerated, and/or dropped your LSAT books off of a tall structure (that last method of destruction is actually pretty lame. I mean, your LSAT books aren’t going to shatter into a million pieces when they hit the ground, someone’s just going to have to pick them up). To those of you who are done with the LSAT forever, I congratulate you. I know that you are all dying to know how my test day went, and I shall spare no detail (except any intellectual property of the Law School Admissions Council, of course).
Not to be alarmist, because we are not in the business of inducing panic, but I would like to direct your attention to the situation currently arising with LSAT test centers in New York:
Mother****ers are filling up. Fast.
In fact, if one were to use a word to describe them, if one really wanted to hit the nail on its head, as it were, one might use the word “full”.
This obviously presents a bevy of problems for the average test-taker in Manhattan (i.e. you) but you do have a couple of options.