What’s a better way to start the 4th of July weekend than to sit for an LSAT practice test?
Sitting at my parents’ kitchen counter, my face was a veritable fireworks show of emotions throughout those four grueling hours. I laughed, I (almost) cried, I was angered, frustrated, bewildered, etc. My blood pressure rose to an alarming rate (especially with logic games). However, when time was called after section 5, I sat there surprisingly calm. No, I did not throw the book across the room at my dog who decided in the midst of a reading comprehension section to bark at the neighbor mowing his lawn. No, I did not mercilessly swat the fly that thought it would be funny to torment me through logical reasoning. I sat there, and took it all in.