Red Lobster wrote:Happy day TFF!
The worst few weeks of my life were the weeks leading up to taking the Bar. Only time in my life I would wake up in the middle of the night from stress unable to go back to sleep ... I'd get up and start studying again at 3am or whatever and my wife would be like WTF are you doing???
Then taking the bar ... during the second day they started setting up an outdoor concert venue right outside the building in which we were taking the test ... and in the middle of the second afternoon they go to soundcheck and crank up Tracy Chapman's "Gimme One Reason" at a volume that shook my table. I think they made it through the fcuking song three times before someone managed to stop them. For a highly frazzled brain that was just lovely. Still hate that song.
Anyway, I know what you've been through and know it feels good to be on the other side! Congrats!
Yep, I was more afraid of the MBE than the essays. First day though, I'm in the middle of my last essay, and the guy taps on the mic and stays there is 15 minutes left, and then starts giving instructions on what to do afterwards. Well, I'm right in front of one of the speakers, and even with earplugs in, I couldn't do anything but wait. After about 20 seconds of instructions, I said audibly, "Shut the f*ck up." Then about 10 seconds later, in a much louder voice "SHUT THE FU*K UP!!" I don't think he could hear me, but all 5 people I could see stared right at me. Fortunately, he shut the fu*k up.
A couple of years ago, right in the middle of the essays, the power went completely out and stayed out for awhile. People couldn't really see too well to write, and laptop batteries ran out. It was uncool, and they gave not a single second more time...even though the electronic clocks were off too.