The night before this Jan 26 LSAT, I got 2.75 hours of sleep.
I tried to close my eyes at 10pm only to fall asleep at 4am. My heart was racing the whole time; it felt like adrenaline was coursing through my veins. The thought that months of prep could be singlehandedly ruined from the effect of one awful sleep made me feel so helpless. It got to the point where I woke my mom up at 3am to ask her what I should do. I fell asleep crying.
But, to my surprise, I woke up at 6:45am feeling ready to fricken rock. Any thought that ventured into the dark territory of "what if your lack of sleep slows down your thought processing?"...I ninja kicked it out of my head. I got to the test centre at 8am (forcing myself to think positive thoughts) and wrote the test feeling as sharp as I would have writing any other PT on a good nights sleep.
If anyone reads this and then come test night experiences this same involuntary alertness, at the very least you can recall my experience to feel a bit more at ease: it is possible to write the LSAT on minimal sleep and still feel confident performance-wise. Be sure to stay positive.
Soooooo funny.
I have a totally similar experience. I took this past November LSAT in Toronto. I made sure I was super prepared. Like super, super, super prepared. To the point of re-checking my zip lock baggy an absurd amount of times. Morning rolls round and you're girl is UP AND ADAM. After a 35 minute train ride and a 10 minute subway ride, my last leg of the journey was a 10 minute walk to the testing centre. A couple minutes into my walk, from the corner of my eye, I see a Starbucks. My knees fall weak for that Signature Blonde Roast. I check my phone and see that I have about 30 minutes until 8:30am. I like to say that this is the point in my story where things unravel. Perhaps the start of the end.
With coffee in hand, it is 8:10 and I have 20 minutes to get to the testing centre. No problem. Finally, I arrive at the specified George Street location all with 13 minutes to spare. But, to my horror, I am face to face with a small tattoo parlour. Heart rate picks up. Where's my fellow LSAT brethren? Empty street. Weird vibes. Something is not right. With a shanking hand I pull out my ticket, only to read that I am to arrive at a testing centre on St. George Street. I am at George Street. The saints have cursed me. I Google Maps my proximity to St.George Street. A 10 minute drive. My heart rate is blasting through the roof at this point and I engage in squirrel-like thinking. No cabs around. No time to wait for an uber. Look, there is a man with a van! I approach said man in full sprint. I can tell he senses the crazy in my eye but I do not care. Sir, I don't know you but please drive me across town to a testing centre on St. George Street... (eyes fill with tears)...the doors will close in ten minutes and I have been studying for months. He is reluctant; he says that he works for a company that picks-up and drops-off wheelchair users and is on a tight schedule. My eye begins to twitch. For reasons unknown, he agrees and lets me into his unmarked van. It has no seats and no seat belts. With eyes glued to the clock, I stand straight as a pencil. Two minutes into the drive he politely asks me if I could..like...sit down or something. My rigidness is probably creeping him out. I nod empathetically. Our eyes lock in the rear view mirror as I assume a crouched frog-like position on his van floor. I begin to pray to father time. Like the boss I knew he would be, this man drives in street-style race mode. I arrive at the testing centre with legitimately one minute to spare. I thank this stranger, my saving grace. Also, like you, I scored 5 points below my average scoring range and just took the January LSAT.
Tip 1: don't give into Starbucks if time is of the essence.
Tip 2: Read the address of your testing centre with the same criticality as you would a reading comprehension passage.
Tip 3: I highly would not recommend it but, perhaps, there are situations that warrant getting into a stranger's unmarked van.